Coulda, Woulda…
Did Daryl realize how intimate this moment was? We sat leaning over a small table in a dimly lighted bar, his hand inches from mine, his eyes focused on me. We’d played soccer together since the fourth grade, showered together, swum naked in the river, Hugged with foreheads touching when one or the other made a touchdown on the football field. We’d been buddies, pals, double dating partners…inseparable. Now it was over. I was going to Texas to play for the Longhorns while he remained here to play for the UNM Lobos. Tonight was goodbye, and I would remain as hungry for him as ever.
The closest we’d come to satisfying my need for him was a year ago when we’d stood side-by-side, leaning against the trunk of my car m**********g after a particularly hot double date at the l
