I met her at the college radio station. A bunch of us were lounging on couches that doubled as guest seating for our talk-show studio. We were talking about an upcoming show, a sex talk segment on the topic of consent. My friend Anne walked into the Station. With her was Amy.
It wasn’t love at first sight, it was powerful lust. The room shrunk away, all sound became muted, and Amy was all I could see. It took me all of two seconds for me to know that I wanted to be with her. But, as recovered my ability to speak, I could see from her expression that I’d not made a similar impression.
Amy was all I could think about. But it was hard to get a chance to be around her. We were in different programs and shared no classes or activities. She lived on the half of the campus I never went to.
Anne to the rescue! She’d noticed my obvious attraction, was of the opinion that I wasn’t such a bad guy, and wanted to see Amy get into a decent relationship. Not only did she manage to have us both go to the same parties and events, but she talked Amy into taking notice, and shepherded the entire relationship into existence.
Without Anne, Amy and I would never have been together.
Of course, I wish I’d understood the risks of a lustful attraction a little better. Some day, I’ll write about the first time I dumped a girl, and the pain and strangeness that followed.
-Doug L, 32, Seattle
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