My Dirty Secret on the Miracle Bench: Virgin No More
I perch on the Miracle Bench every Sunday. High on that gravel hill, under the massive parasol pine. Pond sparkles below. Distant sea haze. Retired folks repainted it bright. Flowers, birds. Legend says singles meet soulmates here. I’m 32, virgin, desperate for love. Routine calms me. Months pass. Alone. Autumn Sunday. He’s there. Skinny guy […]