Now he sleeps in my bed. He is part of my friend group. We go out on weeknights and drink pitchers of beer and play darts. We didn’t have a first date. We just melded into each other. He had a few gigs each week. Some with the Affordable Floors and some with The Nixon Clocks. This is what I do now. I go see him. I remember feeling anxious until I made my way to the same room as him. He had my heart.
I was finishing up my senior year at Robert Morris. I was an Economics major. I majored in Economics because I had no I idea what to do with my life. It was hard and I think I thought, if I failed it would be no wonder - that was a difficult major. I didn’t fail, but I never used it and kick myself these days for a bad decision.
I’d hear girls calling his name from the balcony at Graffiti. I’d hear girls talking about him in the bathroom at Nick’s. I liked it. I liked girls liking him. It was flattering. When he got home and all was quiet and it was just us. He’d say…
J’ai faim de toi…
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