During our second year of college Anne and I broke up. The stress of school and work, plus trying to move in together proved too much. We had a lot of acrimonious fights and finally called it quits.
But we couldn’t stop being around each other. It was never really planned, but we just always ended up at the same places at the same times.
So, when we both ended up at party together, it was no surprise. Anne came with a new friend, a girl named Lindsay. Lindsay was tall, blond and buxom. She had spent the last four years in Japan. She was nice, but really out of touch, socially. She didn’t have any of the same cultural references and her reactions to things always seemed…just different. As a result she was very shy. Coming to the party was Anne’s attempt to socialize Lindsay.
Despite our breakup Anne seemed really happy. I was not. I put on a brave face, talked to Anne, even flirted with Lindsay to make Anne happy, and drank myself stupid.