When I was a sophomore in college, I was in love with a girl from a neighboring dorm.When I was a sophomore in college, I was in love with a girl from a neighboring dorm. She was near flat-chested, had a kind of funny body, actually, but I liked her attitude and the way she looked in her denim skirts. We sat together in class and she'd come over and get high, snort coke, whatever, but as for a romantic interest...hardly. She was seeing this beautiful Puerto Rican boy with a tongue that could conduct an orchestra. Alas. One weekend she was gone somewhere. She'd told me and my roommates that her sister(a sophomore in high school) was going to be visiting for the weekend and would we please see she wasn't bored... Sure. Fine. I had the closing shift in the computer room in Uris library. Just before the library shut down for the night, in walked my two roommates with this girl between them. They were all pretty drunk. "Rich," said Keith, "Come on. Take care of Kathy, will ya? Nick and I have to--" "Yeah yeah yeah whatever whatever." I got up. "You okay to drive, Keith?" He clearly wasn't, so he drove us all back to our apartment on State Street, left me and Kathy there, and headed over to West campus. Kathy and I settled on the couch in the living room. She reeked of beer. I took a closer look at her. She was an athlete, that was clear, very fair-skinned, short red hair. She was wearing a green sleeveless blouse and you could see the freckles that covered her shoulders and upper arms. Jeans. "How much did you drink, Kath?" "Not much." She pulled off a stubborn sandal and ended up firing it across the living room into Nick's room, where we both heard something break. Twenty minutes later, after she'd stopped laughing and had wiped her eyes, I said, "Define not much. And give me your other foot. |