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| Rudy Galindo, ice skater |
Let's Get Physical |
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Brad was about six feet tall, sandy haired, tanned and built. He had a perfect swimmer's body, and while I generally found Italian-looking guys more attractive, Brad was certainly nice to look at. And unbelievably, he liked looking at me!
He came by the pool one afternoon while I was paddling around and called me over to the side. He said, "I'll see you at your place tonight at ten." . . . I was going to get physical with a guy for the first time . . .
Brad was at the screen door, and I put my finger to my lips to indicate that he should be quiet. I opened the door and for a moment took in the sight of him in a faded pair of jeans and a white T-shirt. He was breathtakingly beautiful, and in that moment I felt so not beautiful that I couldn't understand what interest he had in me. But there he was, standing in my living room, and I led him by the hand into my little bedroom.
I'd wasted my anxiety over who was going to make the first move, because it started with a mutual hug and went from there. I can't tell you that it was everything I'd imagined, because I hadn't imagined what it would be like, but it was fun and it felt perfectly natural. It wasn't anything romantic, because clearly our interest in each other didn't go much beyond the physical. It wasn't until I let Brad out of the house well after midnight that I realized we'd never even kissed. (San Jose, California, late 1980s)
from Icebreaker: The Autobiography of Rudy Galindo with Eric Marcus (Pocket Books, © 1997)
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