Montréal. Late ‘70s. Autumn. I was twenty or twenty-one. We were students, me at U de M, he at UQAM.

We met downtown on Ste-Catherine. The main section of the restaurant was full. We were seated in another room, alone. 

I was wearing a sheer, cream-coloured blouse with a light ruffle collar that extended down the button placket between my breasts.

He dared me to take my bra off right there. I put it in my purse.

He struggled with his erection all through dinner. The server did, too. 

Public transit home was a slow burn!