parties in an effort at matchmaking. Jackie Romains, a thin black woman with big glasses, big eyes, smallish breasts, and curly hair, as well as a roguish smile, commented on the fact that Arlene was conspicuously with me tonight. I answered as briefly as I could, but Jackie got me off to the side in a quiet spot – not easy at that party – and gradually got details out of me. She said to me after what must have been fifteen or twenty minutes, "It sounds like you are not