I took a Women's Studies course in 1982, "Introduction to Women's Studies,". It was the first one the University of Guelph had for its new Women's Studies program, and Leslie Marshall, a professor there had wanted to get men into it and talked to me about it. I was in a bad place as I'd come back from Europe and found a friend I really liked wouldn't talk to me any more and another had run up bills on the phone when I sublet my apartment to him. .I didn't really understand the course, One woman in the class that I liked was a smart and pretty woman with long brown hair and large breasts who I just decided to be mean to because I was mad at other people and riffed on her being a secretary. I saw her again two years later at a party when something else involving being betrayed was about to happen. She remembered me being mean.
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