Forgive the mush, but today is March 3rd , 2006
365 days ago it wasn't raining.
My first clear memory is pulling out of the driveway onto Prostitute Blvd. and listening to Iron & Wine to calm my nerves. I drove to the 5Cs, as they're called, and got lost trying to find 9th street. My driver's side window was fucked then (it still is) so I had to open my door to ask a random person for directions. I finally found the place and with her assurances parked in the student lot. I didn't have a cell phone then and entrance to the residence hall was restricted to students so I had to wait in the courtyard until she came out. I brought The Perks of Being a Wallflower with me to pass the time. I looked around, smelled the air, and let a sense of satisfaction mingle with my anxiety.
When she came out she walked the way she always walks- that striding gait that wastes nothing on indecision- right to me and enveloped me in a hug. We kissed and went inside.
William was shaving when I met him. He shook my hand with the same enthusiasm with which he meets everybody and I knew that all the things I'd heard about him were true. We went then, just she and I, to her room where she had prearranged for her roommate to be away. We laid down on her bed next to each other and talked, as we are still so apt to do- I think internally we both planned to do it as often as we could for the forseable future.
She had either Radiohead or the New York Dolls playing on her computer. We talked. We kissed. We talked. We had sex. We talked.
I don't remember why I left. Perhaps it was late or maybe I had homework to do, but as I drove home I remember feeling something other than the cool satisfaction of getting laid. I felt like I had stepped into something strange and new; I felt neither prepared nor afraid, which is an unusual combination if you think about it. I don't remember what I listened to on the way home, but it wasn't Iron & Wine.
My first clear memory is pulling out of the driveway onto Prostitute Blvd. and listening to Iron & Wine to calm my nerves. I drove to the 5Cs, as they're called, and got lost trying to find 9th street. My driver's side window was fucked then (it still is) so I had to open my door to ask a random person for directions. I finally found the place and with her assurances parked in the student lot. I didn't have a cell phone then and entrance to the residence hall was restricted to students so I had to wait in the courtyard until she came out. I brought The Perks of Being a Wallflower with me to pass the time. I looked around, smelled the air, and let a sense of satisfaction mingle with my anxiety.
When she came out she walked the way she always walks- that striding gait that wastes nothing on indecision- right to me and enveloped me in a hug. We kissed and went inside.
William was shaving when I met him. He shook my hand with the same enthusiasm with which he meets everybody and I knew that all the things I'd heard about him were true. We went then, just she and I, to her room where she had prearranged for her roommate to be away. We laid down on her bed next to each other and talked, as we are still so apt to do- I think internally we both planned to do it as often as we could for the forseable future.
She had either Radiohead or the New York Dolls playing on her computer. We talked. We kissed. We talked. We had sex. We talked.
I don't remember why I left. Perhaps it was late or maybe I had homework to do, but as I drove home I remember feeling something other than the cool satisfaction of getting laid. I felt like I had stepped into something strange and new; I felt neither prepared nor afraid, which is an unusual combination if you think about it. I don't remember what I listened to on the way home, but it wasn't Iron & Wine.