a curious set of events

Quite frankly, I couldn’t tell you how we actually met. This was a Monday in December. To be precise, the first Monday of a much needed winter break. It had just snowed, and I had gotten out of work late, where I drank wine out of paper cups with a friend. It was the type of night where, as I scrambled to get ready, I couldn’t help but listen to nostalgic songs of a summer now forgotten. I was too drunk by the time we left. The drive was a blur, (like your comment- “I always forget car rides, because, there’s just nothing happening”) as was the rest of the night (a glimpse of your face, kissing hard, an exchange of words which seem garbled as if coming from some far away television). But today, Wednesday December 23^rd, I sit it my bed, the warmth from your body still radiating onto mine.

Who is this character I speak of? I can’t even say. Your last name is long and packed with consonants, implying a trust fund you have back home. I can say that as you sat quietly in a bar filled with strangers old enough to be our parent’s, you glanced around, disappointed, and finished your beer. I can say that you look more beautiful than I could have dreamed. The sultry look which rarely leaves your face, looking incredibly miserable at most times. But your smile makes up for all of that.

Now his mannerisms I have slightly implied, but to fully understand him I must delve into further descriptions. Picture this: tall, atleast six-foot-three. Skinny like the female models trailing down the runway he will be sitting next too in just one week. His skin is soft and pale, cheek bones well defined and a face you would expect to see hovering over some half clothed woman in a Dolce & Gabana ad. The face is what you really need to picture. Oh that face. The way with which he held himself is also to be noted. At first glance, one would be quick to judge as a pretentious boy with east coast fashion. Quite intimidating when first met, but behind the outer shell of someone who has had everything they’ve ever wanted, and now, bored with the world, indulges in a variety of self-destructive behaviors, is a genuinely nice boy.

It’s a strange way to be attracted to someone. Knowing they are simply out of your league and wondering why, of the beautiful boys around, you had been chosen. For whatever reason, you did pick me and now we are here. In my living room at four a-m-. You went to the bathroom and texted me saying how much you wanted me, and asked if I liked you. I responded with laughter and told you to come lay with me. This may have been before or after waking up all my roommates from blasting your requested Miss Tina Turner, it’s hard to recount. There was a flurry of sheets and moans and after it was all done you kissed me and asked if we could cuddle.

Now, I sit in my room, waiting for you to finish dinner. Tonight will be the last time I ever see you. You are going to NYC tomorrow morning and then back to your expensive school somewhere in a Carolin. It’s funny how in a matter of three days so much can happen. I guess someday we might run into each other again. Maybe when you graduate you will return back here, and we can explore this city as well as each others bodies. Most likely though, we will have amazing sex tonight and when you drop me off in the morning it will be for the last time. & you will have passed through my life faster than a storm rolling off of Lake Erie in early spring.