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I'll play since most we know think it's a good story.

I've always liked to push the envelope regarding dress codes at the parochial schools I attended. Some of the regs were ridiculous so I went out of my way to point it out, albeit perhaps somewhat subtly. The schools I went to, including the universities, didn't allow two-piece swimsuits, so I wore a one piece. It happened to be from Frederick's of Hollywood and had a thin strip of fabric connecting the bra section to the bikini section. From the back it looked like a bikini, from the front, well... it *was* a one-piece...

Step back a few years to a friend I knew from some undergraduate classes who had started medical school out on the west coast. We wrote fairly regularly for a year, and when I went out to the west coast to finish my major, I hoped to stir the pot a bit. When he didn't make the first move to ask me out, I finally worked up nerve to ask him. He told me to meet him at the pool, as he swam every day, and gave me a time. So I showed up more or less on time, and he showed up half an hour late, with two other guys who had his attention more than I did.

Cut to the lifeguard. One of their most despised duties was throwing out young ladies without proper attire. He saw me from the back and was dreading throwing me out. When he looked closer though, he saw I was definitely keeping to the letter of the law (if not the spirit) and he liked it. We struck up a conversation. I continued to go down to the pool in hopes of running into guy #1 but invariably ended up chatting with the lifeguard. A few days later he asked me out, a Gordon Lightfoot concert.

We were married about 11 months later, and that was 30 years ago. Oh, guy number one? After a military stint he came out of the closet and is now active in gay causes in the SW.