My first memory of A. was how freakin' sexy he was, sitting across the room in our Ecology of Knowledge graduate class in his black leather jacket, shaved head and glorious sideburns and goatee.
When we all had to introduce ourselves, he listed his three undergraduate degrees (Sociology, Philosophy, and Fisheries Biology--or whatever it is called) and I swooned. So smart. Such diverse interests. So many books the man must have read.
(Yes, yes, I know. I am a nerd. I won't apologize for it!)
Anyway, I remember when I noticed he'd missed class one week. Although he doesn't believe me, I definitely noticed him in class, and his absence, well, disappointed me. The corner of the room was so bland without his smoldering, super-smart hotness.
He'd missed class that week because he went out on his first moose hunt. His venture was successful; he made a dish with meat from the moose for our end-of-the-semester potluck for class. (That was yummy, too.) I made Mujadorrah, lentils with rice and caramelized onions. That sums up our different food preferences PERFECTLY.
He left tonight for another hunt he's been looking forward to for years (13 in fact)--his big horn sheep hunt. I miss his smoldering, super-smart hotness already.