Angie was 32. She lived in an apartment with two other women in Brooklyn, had been laid off from her job at a jewelry store, was looking for freelance work for making jewelry on Craiglist. That was how she put it. She had long brown hair and freckles, came from what I sensed was a wealthy family on Long Island (they actually lived on another Island, off the LI coast), but she dressed like she was a college student from the 70s and had a plain, earthy demeanor. Well, she was the 70s. This was 2009, so she must have been born in 1976/77.
I…was a twenty-one year old college student on an internship in New York that summer. Read some of my other stories and perhaps you’ll glean a summary of me.
I met Angie at a summer movie screening at Brooklyn Bridge park. It was early July and I was staying in my aunt and uncle’s house…and they were gone on vacation with their kids. So it was just me, housesitting. I couldn’t make up my mind on where to sit and also, I kind of in general wanted to get laid that summer. It had been a few months since I’d had any women.