23. Quincey

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23 Quincey He was shirtless. Oh God. Shirtless! My body was reacting, almost quivering, and I was embarrassed as I came down to the kitchen that night. Who was this person? I didn’t recognize myself. Relationships were a struggle as a dancer. At least for me. I found it challenging to be the partner the other person wanted. I didn’t have a lot of time and had even less time when I became a principal dancer. We danced for hours every day, and that wasn’t counting the shows. Sometimes we did two shows a day. Because of that, I had a few lovers over the years. We’d meet or call, and then we’d go about our lives. It was probably much the same as what Valerie had with Nate. But maybe because of dance, or maybe it was just how I worked, but I’d never been one for relationships. I wasn’t

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