An elderly man visited me for the third time in three years last night; he says he’s a former school teacher. He wears a big, bright smile beneath his bushy grey beard. I see him so infrequently but always remember him. Last night he explained why he rarely visits.
"I come to see you once a year, near to my birthday. My wife passed in 2002. She was a special woman. I’ve dated a few women since her passing, and while they were all lovely people, none of them could compare. Getting a few dances from you is always bittersweet. I miss the closeness, the feeling of intimacy and just being hugged."
"Some women don’t seem to understand that sometimes a man just wants to feel loved, with or without sex. So being close to you for those few moments brings back memories of her. And then it’s over, and I remember that she’s still gone. But I wanted you to know why I only see you once a year. It’s hard for me. But it’s wonderful."
- I cried.