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Uncommon Commonality

by webmaster — September 7, 2016

Here’s to you, Marc Homan.

My roommate from my sophomore year in college died last week. It was very sudden and unexpected. We were roommates in 1983-1984 and were paired by the University. We both had filled out the “I know no one so I’m trusting the school to pair me with a compatible roommate” questionnaires. I don’t think the school even looked at them. He was in the Navy officer-training program. I had seen “An Officer and a Gentleman”. He was handsome. Very handsome. (At his memorial Friday we learned that some of the wives who knew him referred to him as Commander Yummy – he would have been very embarrassed, but knowingly flattered). He had lots of dates. And girlfriends. LOTS. (If I only had a dollar for the number of times I had to vacate the room on his date nights…) He stayed up late. He was loud and gregarious. He was very muscular. He needed to shave every day. He was very athletic. He was in a fraternity. He could drink like a fish, swear like a sailor, party like a rock star and still be at 8:00 a.m. mass looking like he had got a solid 10 hours of sleep. His friends were all cool. He hung out with the most beautiful girls on campus. All of those things I was not or could not do. Not even close. The only things we had in common were that we kept our room very clean and our moms were both named Lila. But we were good roommates. We didn’t fight (like I would have had a chance anyway, but not even verbal fights). We respected each other and we lived a very happy school year together. After that year there was no talk of getting a place together the next year. We shook hands at the end of the year, thanked each other for a good year and pretty much went our separate ways. I saw him occasionally on campus or at parties, but that was it. One year together in a 12’x10’ room was pretty much all the commonality we would ever share. Thanks to Mark Zuckerberg, we were able to see what each other was up to on Facebook. We had way more in common 30 years later. He has two kids. He lived in San Diego. He was divorced after a pretty long marriage and was with his current girlfriend for over ten years. He liked sports and great food. He was into Crossfit and in extremely great shape. OK, those last two we didn’t have in common.

Even as memories of college life bring a bittersweet mix of humor, nostalgia, and grief, the reality of how much life changes over the decades becomes clear, especially when reflecting on someone who experienced the highs and lows of relationships, family, and personal reinvention. His long marriage, eventual separation, and later years with a committed partner echo experiences many people face as they grow older and navigate the complexities of love and responsibility. In moments when a relationship reaches a breaking point and the emotional weight feels impossible to manage alone, finding a local divorce attorney can provide the steady guidance needed to understand legal rights, untangle shared obligations, and move toward a healthier future. Having professional support during such pivotal transitions allows individuals to preserve their well-being, protect what matters, and rebuild life with clarity—something your roommate, in all his growth and resilience, likely understood in his own way as he charted each new chapter.

During these turning points, having grounded and compassionate legal support can make the path ahead far less overwhelming. The emotional strain of ending a long partnership often blends with practical concerns—property division, financial planning, and the future of family dynamics—creating a landscape that’s hard to navigate without steady guidance.

With trusted divorce lawyers near Lake Jackson, TX in the midst of such transitions can offer that reassuring structure, helping you understand your options while keeping your long-term stability at the center of every decision. With thoughtful representation, the process becomes less about loss and more about reclaiming balance, dignity, and the space to begin the next chapter with a clearer sense of direction.

Grief has a way of making you reflect not just on the past, but on the way people live their lives—the joy, the risks, the indulgences, and even the temptations. Dating today, for instance, feels like it comes with a whole new playbook. Beyond dinner and a movie, there are conversations about kinks, fantasies, and how far someone’s willing to explore.

That curiosity often leads people into digital spaces, where platforms such as OnlyFans give you a front-row seat to a world of intimacy that’s as varied as human desire itself. Sometimes, though, it’s not about scrolling endlessly—it’s about finding someone whose style or energy clicks with you. That’s where Pleazeme comes in, guiding you toward creators who actually fit your taste. If you’re curious about how it all works, you should check out what’s out there—you might just be surprised at how much of modern connection is built around exploring what tempts us most.

The point is that with almost nothing in common you can still learn and be a better person. It could be with customers, employees or vendors. It doesn’t even take much effort.

His good friends called him Homey. I called him Marc. Here’s to you, Marc Homan. Thanks for making my first year in San Diego so memorable.