“Beneath my bohemian crust, he found that I was the fairly predictable product of my middle class upbringing. I believed in the uplifting nature of manicures or a pair of new shoes. And under Mark’s protean exterior, I was finding layer upon layer of unreconstructed hippie. I learned he’d spent his sophomore year in college, including the entire eastern Pennsylvania winter, barefoot. I noticed that the unmasked pungency of his armpits made other people roll down the car window. I suspected that if we’d met at a different time in our lives, we would have run as fast as possible away from each other.”
– excerpt from Kristan Kimball’s The Dirty Life
Steve and I are reading this book together, and so far it’s excellent… and oddly similar to our story.
::interview of Kimball at npr.org::