July 16th 2010
The other day I got a call from Anxious Girl.
Anxious Girl: “Oh, do I have a story for you…”
Me: “About who?”
Anxious Girl: “Remember College Boy?”
Me: “You mean the guy you liked all the way through college, made out with senior year, and have had a simmering crush on ever since? That guy?”
Anxious Girl: “Did you write that down?”
Me: “Nah, I just remember stuff.”
Anxious Girl: “Well he came and visited last weekend.”
Me: “And. . . .?”
Anxious Girl took a deep breath.
Anxious Girl: “We made out and it was really bad. Like he-bruised-my-lip bad.”
Me: “ Go on…”