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Essay 19:  Anne Riley
Time:         Graduate School

I first fell in love with Anne Riley’s nose, or rather her profile.  I was in a class at my lab, taught by my thesis advisor and it was too elementary to hold my attention.  I was bored.  I always sat at the end of the second row and Anne always sat in the first row, about three seats down from me.  I doodle when I am bored and I was doodling up a storm in this class.  Anne was the only girl in the class and thus the only thing that piqued my interest.  Her nose was beautiful and small.  Her whole face was nice and smooth and it was easy to sketch in profile.  I got better and better at it as the weeks wore on but I never spoke to her.

I wasn’t the only fellow to notice that she was a beautiful girl.  Even though it was biologically based, my lab had a history of only accepting engineering students, figuring it was easier to teach them life sciences rather than teach biologists about non-linear systems analysis.  My year, they decided to try an experiment and accepted two psychology majors, Steve Bartlesman, and myself; to see if they could teach them engineering.  Steve was single and started hitting on Anne right away.  To my amazement, she went out with him.  It didn’t last but it did give me an excuse to talk to her because of her association with Steve. 

The more time I spent with her, the more amazing she became.  I am so glad that I fell in love with her profile because that led me to fall in love with the woman herself and my life has been forever enriched because of it.  She is one of the nicest, kindest women I have ever met and she is brilliant, too.  However, because I was married at the time and she was not, I was very careful to mask my love for her in the wrapper of friendship.  She dumped Steve and started dating the man who she eventually married.  He was great too and my wife at the time and I became great friends with them.  I still consider them friends to this day.

One day, Anne needed my help in programming an old computer; one that still used punched tape to load in programs.  I was only too glad to oblige because it meant I got to spend time with Anne and away from Kristy.

I met her at her lab and she showed me the equipment I needed to fix and I got to work.  It was a tedious process and we took regular breaks while Anne showed me the wonders of her lab.  She had me do a blindfolded taste test between Coke and Pepsi.  I was sure I could tell the difference but as it turns out, I couldn’t.  It was a great source of amusement to her.

After I fixed the computer, I thought about leaving but Anne had other things she wanted me to look at.  I was only too glad to cooperate.  We developed some charts, calibrated some equipment, and suddenly, the entire day was gone.  Anne invited me to come over to her house and have a glass of wine with her to show her appreciation.  I did so and the conversation continued to be pleasant and engaging.

Then she asked me if I wanted to stay for dinner.  Of course I did.  She made chicken and Rice-A-Roni which, believe it or not, was the first time I ever tasted it.  It was wonderful.  Finally, Martin, her boyfriend got home just as dinner was ready and the three of us ate together.  We laughed a lot and finally it was time for me to go.  I left there both buoyant and sad.  I was amazed at that I could spend an entire day with a woman, enjoy it so much and still not get on her nerves.  It was sad that I could never tell her how I felt nor even give her a hint.  Her friendship was too important to me to endanger with a silly thing like telling her that I was in love with her.

While my two weeks with Amy Meissner goes down as the greatest two weeks of my life, my day with Anne Riley will go down as the greatest single day in my life.  I know that she is happily married and I really don’t expect her to show up for your show.  But I thought it would be important to tell you about the woman responsible for the most perfect day I have ever experienced.