In the spring of 1980, during my sophomore year at Augustana College, my boyfriend Fred the Ministerial Student ended his internship and landed a job as a youth minister in Omaha -- actually Gretna, a small town about 20 miles south.
Great -- my first boyfriend who knew that he was gay, and after five months, he vanishes!
But what if I moved with him? We could rent an apartment together. I could transfer to the University of Nebraska to finish my degree, and meanwhile get a job to help out with the expenses.
It doesn't sound like a great idea, in retrospect, but I was 19 years old, and getting my own place with "my lover" sounded very grown-up and romantic.
The full post, with nude photos, is on Tales of West Hollywood.