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  • *It was New Years Eve somewhere between 17 and 19.

    *Everyone in our group had gone to Curio Bay (pictured.)

    *We were staying in Michelle's family beach house.

    *It was freezing cold. For the middle of Summer.

    We had been at a New Years eve party at Carla & Bill's batch. They were here from California. We went onto the beach the bomb-fire to see the New Year in, before going to the Niagara Hall to another party. (Yes, there are falls at this Niagara as well.)
    Being rural New Zealand, there are no finesses when you are at the batch. We were drinking our grog out of 1 liter plastic containers so we didn't have to keep going up to the house. In theory.
    It was just after midnight and I walked away from the bomb-fire into the dark to go back for more booze.
    A figure was walking towards me and as this guy got closer he yelled out happy new years and put his arms out.
    Only he didn't hug me. He kissed me.
    He kissed me long.
    And that moment in time stopped.

    * He was married with kids.

    * I didn't know that everyone except me knew that I was gay. (Turn's out I did know, I was just keeping it in, then)

    * The next day we swam with dolphins at the same beach.

    * Life was changed for me.
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