After meeting in the middle of an “NYPD Blue” shoot, Sparky and I were quickly in the throes of infatuation. Our initial days together were a whirlwind of intimate dinners, carriage rides in Central Park and talk of the future.
Over the course of the next five weeks, we burned up the phone lines and Sparky made good on his word, booking a trip to London, where I was spending my junior year. During one of our conversations, I let him know my stance on sex – specifically, that I planned to wait until marriage to have it. Though he was taken aback by my revelation, Sparky didn’t waver when I asked him if he was still coming.
“Absolutely,” he said without missing a beat.
April 27, 1994
After our long cab ride from Heathrow, we finally arrived at the Regent’s Park Hilton. Up in Sparky’s room, I began unpacking his suitcase while he freshened up in the bathroom. When he poked his head out and saw what I was doing, he said --
London's Trafalgar Square: The perfect spot for romance
Next, we strolled into Covent Garden for dinner at one of my favorite Italian bistros, La Quercia D’Oro. The conversation flowed effortlessly, a surprise given that Sparky and I were still very much in the getting-to-know-each-other stage.
Back in my room at Commonwealth Hall, I lit some candles. As soon as Sparky touched me, I could feel my entire body respond. All we did was kiss, but it was a thousand times more passionate than anything I had experienced before.
After we said goodnight, I knocked on my floor mate Carine’s door to get her advice about whether I should spend any nights with Sparky at his hotel.
“If you want him to respect the decision you’ve made [to not have sex], then you have to respect it too,” she said.
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Though I resolved to follow Carine's counsel, resisting temptation proved to be easier said than done….
London was only the beginning for me and Sparky. Not too long ago, he reminisced about our time together in England’s capital.
“The week we spent in London was the best time I ever shared with someone.”
Fourteen years later, I feel the same way. Even when there’s 3,000 miles of geography in the way, some loves never leave you.