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I was in love with my boss, too, at one point. He was about 10 years older than me, had a degree in philosophy from Yale, was a poet, and was one of the wittiest intelligent men you could ever hope to meet. Not to mention drop dead beautiful. Alas, we both married at the time.
We were the two library faculty members who had the responsibility of keeping the Ft. Lewis Collge library open during the summer break. Needless to say, the place was dead and we never had enough to do. I once filled his office with reptile and insect specimans from the bio department as a sign of my hopeless crush on him. He retaliated by placing a collection of smurfs in my office. It was like Jr. High or something. We spent many quiet late summer afternoons sitting on the front steps of the library, gazing at the La Plata mountains, talking about poetry and philosophy and SMOKING TOBACCO CIGARETTES (oh, evil me!)
We never once were in any way inappropriate with one another, but it was one of the wildest intellectual love affairs I've ever had. I like to think that this was true for him also. I'm also glad we didn't break up our marriages over it.
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