More than a few years ago, in college (isn’t that when all the good stuff happens? Maybe not…stories for another day), I struck up a bit of young lust with a cute co-ed we’ll call “Julie”. The thing to know about the two of us is that at the time, we had each been raised to be such good little rule-followers, so we were. Week in, week out, for almost two decades. Until we weren’t.
I’d taken a liking to Julie right away, she was smart, beautifully awkward and sassy, not to mention incredibly flirty. Something about the combination of sweetness throughout and a spiciness just under the surface that drove me wild. And those eyes, my goodness her eyes. We joked and flirted all through our short time working together on campus before the school year ended and it was time for us to go back to our respective corners of this all-too-large country for the summer. We kept in touch with phone calls and the messaging services we had, often long heart-fluttering chats about everything and nothing.