Tiny Love Stories: ‘Sex Cures Everything’

By | April 17, 2019

Early on, during our morning train commute, I was clutching the pole with one hand and my coffee with the other when I felt a sneeze coming on. “I’m going to sneeze!” I said, concerned for my caffeine. Seeing my distress, he whipped his hand under my nose to catch the explosion. We were both disgusted. “I just needed you to take my coffee,” I said. “Oh,” he said. “I wish I’d thought of that.” No longer the early days, now there’s a baby on the way. I’m happy I’ve found someone who’s willing to get his hands dirty. — Yasmin Sabir

A photo taken when we just found out that we were expecting. We wanted to take some “before” pictures.

I nervously decided to study abroad the summer after my junior year in college. Four years recovered from my struggle with anorexia. My body had healed but my mind was still at war. Italy charmed me like a lover I hadn’t expected to meet. Rome courted me on cobblestone streets. Capri caressed me with its sea. Florence spoon-fed me gelato. In a country far away, my body finally began to feel like home. I had saved my life, but Italy taught me how to savor it. — Stephanie Kennedy


The view from my bedroom window in Rome.

Married 41 years: Those are not stars in our eyes, just light reflecting in our glasses. When you’re young, you fight over children or money, but sex cures everything, and the future is far away. As you age, you fight over truly listening to each other, and the future has parked in your driveway. You take advantage, but you also learn to treasure each other while you’re both still here. For years, upon leaving home, Bill has asked, “Got everything?” And I’ve said, “Got you — that’s all I need.” Somewhere along the way, it became true. — Mary Ann Perri


Selfie in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. The band was playing music from the 60s and 70s. A little Eagles makes anyone happy.

A workaholic who had been single for a long time, I got breast cancer. Survived, and realized I only live once, and should do things I really like. Started running, got tattoos and took up singing lessons. Then I met Tracy, who loves running, tattoos and singing. We’re now the running and singing tattooed couple. — Erika Kato


Visiting Los Angeles, my hometown, I took Tracy (on right) hiking at Runyon Canyon.

One day you’re swiping through an app. Next thing you know, you’re folding their socks. So this is what all the hype was about. Saying yes to each other, and also saying yes to all the mismatched socks for the rest of our lives. At least we never have cold feet. — Spencer Rose Noble


Our mismatched socks.
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