A few summers ago, I was up in Michigan visiting family. The focal point, my brother’s home, was crowded so I bedded down at a nearby hotel. It happened there was a lounge in the hotel and so it also happened that taking a break there after reunion time with family each day led me to meet a couple of new friends.
Even if these relationships would be passing in short order, three days to be exact, I would still call them friendships. We bonded over sharing our purposes for our travel and our daily episodes into life.
One of these people was a very beautiful woman, lesbian in sexual orientation. I’ll call her Mary. The other was a somewhat boisterous guy, all American male. Tom. And then there was me.