“So... any boyfriends?”
“Boyfriends?”
“Or relationships. Whatever you call it.”
“Nothing that turned into a boyfriend.”
Heather looks at me, quizzically, interested.
“There was this one guy, [Shortstop]. I kinda sorta hooked up with him... in my roommate's bed.”
Laughing. “Where did you meet this guy?”
“He's friends with my roommates. I really had met him only about six hours earlier when they brought him over to the apartment.”
“Was alcohol involved?”
“Of course. But we just made out for awhile, nothing serious.”
Laughing. “How was that?”
“Drunk. He was drunk. I was drunk too. We were both pretty drunk. It was fine.”
We sit in silence for a moment.
“He is really cute though.”
“Yeah?”
“And before all the activity I talked to him for awhile, and he has this really fascinating internal life, and he's smart and funny—”
“—so you really like him.” Heather makes the declaration for me.
“Yeah. Yeah I really do.” I give a half-hearted sigh. “I don't think he likes me though.”
“Well that's a shame.”
“Yeah it is. But that's the way things go sometimes.”
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