She had a reputation of being just a little on the wild side and so I was very surprised that she said yes when I asked her for a date. I guess we hit...it off because we were opposites and they say that opposites attract. Whatever the reason, by the third date Teri owned me. On the third date I tried to kiss Teri for the first time and she pushed me away, "It's a little soon for this" she said, "It's only been a week since I broke up with my boyfriend and I don't know if I'm ready yet." True to. It wasn't all butt-fucking. Some we spent touring and eating and just enjoying the world around us. But each night we also enjoyed anal. After three nights I introduced her to something that had never crossed her little, conservative, Christian mind. I showed her a device I had packed away. It was a strap-on dildo. She hadn't the faintest idea what it was or how to use it, but I was going to show her all the tricks. Because, after all, ass-fucking works for men too. So I strapped it on her. These fleeting, disintegrating fragments of wonder from broken comets and, literally, star dust and detritus, seem inextricably and inexplicably bound to my ability to feel connected to the men in my life. Consider, if you will, the following: Flashback to 1999, the Leonid Meteor Shower, November. I read about them in Discover magazine, and wanted to see them. Made arrangements with my best friend, Jennifer, my fiancée, Drew and my acquaintance, Chen, to camp at Hickory Run State Park for two. We held hands, and walked through the store all excited it, felt as though it was our first time having sex again. The anticipation was awesome... His arrival... We drove to the bar on Fremont St. and Las Vegas BLVD. where we were to meet John, We ordered a couple of drinks and talked while waiting for him. Then he called us again, and talked to us until he approached our table, which was outside on the patio. He was just like his picture, clean cut, professional looking, brown hair, slight.