Dave
I met Dave at university. We are both studying for our PhDs. Dave was a year ahead of me. I joined the gym with my friend, Brenda. Dave was working there. He had come to study for a PhD from unemployment. It transpired that Dave was active in his church, that he helped out at the homeless, shelter, soup, kitchen that he gave talks on astrology to the brownies. Dave was a grafter. And he had the intellect to take a PhD. Back at my first university as an undergraduate I had had a long drunken discussion with my flatmate Ann. She asked me my ideal man. I said an intelligent grafter. She said that such a thing did not exist. And then there was Dave. There was working at the gym in the mornings before going to the lab to complete his research. and giving in his spare time to community groups. It took me a while to notice that the same song played every time that I went to the gym. I assume Dave was a fan of the Stereophonics. You’ve got a secret smile, and you save it only for me. Or s...