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This is a dumb anniversary, but I'm recording it anyway.

Three years ago yesterday, April 13th, Dave kissed me for the first time. It was at the afterparty for one of the New York Same Guys, New Dresses shows. I had that big wooden sheep (the link won't work, it's on Tripod) with me. That was a strange night. I also had my sister with me, and I was eager to introduce her to Dave, for some reason. Much more eager than she was to actually meet Dave. Dave was standing by the bar talking to some people, but I marched brazenly over to him, smiled dazzlingly, said, "Excuse me," and he said, "Hey, Tavie!" that's when he kissed me-- a perfectly natural hello-kiss, on the cheek. He was stubbly. Then I introduced him to my sister. He said, "I didn't know you had a sister." I believe I told him we were twins and I believe he gave me the "Okay, I don't believe you but I'll be polite and not say so" look. Or else I made that last part up. But he definitely kissed me, and his face was definitely scratchy with stubble.

That was a good night.

Somehow, between then and now, I lost the ability to march brazenly up to Dave. I think it's the kind of skill that atrophies without practice.

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