Summary
My mother called one day asking if I remembered a "Lev" from high school. I thought back to my Randallstown, Md., childhood and recalled a yucky Russian immigrant (I considered myself a nonyucky Russian immigrant) I had met in seventh-grade science, the boy whom I'd designated to do my computer labs in 12th-grade advanced physics and to take me to the junior prom when my college boyfriend wouldn't. I wrinkled my nose at the image of a short, pimply, pasty, kinky-haired but muscular boy and answered: "Vaguely. Why?"
"I bumped into his mother at a party," she explained in Russian. "I didn't recognize her, but she recognized me and asked if you were married yet. I said you were still single and asked about Lev. She said he was also single, so we exchanged your numbers."See the full content of this document
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Modern Love
Great.
"So you might be hearing from him soon, because he has a friend in New York he'll be visiting.""That's fine," I answered apathetically. He was sweet enough, a pitifully adorable munchkin, and the prospect of seeing someone from high school appealed to the nostalgic in me. I hung up, went back to my life as a write...See the full content of this document
