281 A Young Man

from the New York Times I'm Anna Martin, this is modern love. Today's essay is an age difference in a potential romantic relationship, but actually it's not really an age difference. It's more like an age gap in aged golf and age chasm.

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It's called, please Lord, let him be 27. Written by Heather Von, Rohr and red by Sam Des.

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He had been in Los Angeles for a month. That he said he hadn't seen much the ocean, a couple of records stores and the stretch of concrete. He hiked to get to the library where I happened to work. I lent him my copy of the day of the locust and offered to show him around.

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I was almost 37. He was much younger. How much younger I was afraid to find out A year and a half earlier, I had moved to LA with aspirations To make it as a screenwriter and to fall in love, get married and have a child In need of a day job.

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I took an entry level position at the research library of a prestigious film academy. I imagine, I would soon move up So far. Nothing had gone to plan, Though, my work was menial and the paycheck maker. The job had its pleasures shelves of bound screenplays. Troves of hollywood ephemera and screamings of classic films.

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Luminously restored, So I remained in my post While at home nights and weekends. I made endless revisions to my script. Nick turned up at the library in mid-September with a gap tooth smile and pale limbs emerging from his shorts and button-up shirt will come 6,000 miles from Edinburgh to spend three months doing research for a biography of the 70s film director, how Ashby Nick became a fixture, and the special collections reading room day after day, he poured over hell, ash based papers siding up to the desk with requests for photo copies or helped deciphering the squall and a manuscript.