A warm sunny morning in late April 1995, atop Peak Chair at Whistler. I was waiting for my ski pals to finish zipping and buckling, when a beautiful woman skied by. Unattended.
In my late 30’s I was notoriously single and had been searching/dating furiously for years. Knowing that I couldn’t...
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