At 27, I do the stupidest thing in my
entire life, but it seems smart at the time: I tell myself that
graduate school is not a fulfilling way of living, and being a
college professor probably won't be either. I need a job with more
meaning, I say to myself, and the right place to find this is
in religion. I finish up my M.A. In History, but when I am done I
leave the University. I apply to a Claremont School of Theology, to
enter their Religious Counseling program, and while I am waiting to
be accepted, I go home and stay with my parents in Barstow. While I
am there, I substitute teach again, and pay a small rent to my
mother. Now I've got more time on my hands, and with more time,
comes more chance for dating. In other words, I go from my normal
average of one date a year, to a new average of one boyfriend:
The first one, I meet while I am still
completing work for my M.A. I am at an SCA event with Katarina.
Like always, I am following her around like a little baby duck
follows its mama, because I don't know any SCA people except Katarina
and a couple of others, but as for her, she knows everyone. Like
always, I am just hugely grateful to anyone who will talk to me and
make me feel less lonely. Then I meet Henry, who not only talks to
me, but is also interesting.

