The Girl with No Underwear
August 6th, 2000"Ohmigosh! Mike, I don't think she's wearing any underwear!" Jen whispered.
And this statement had nothing to do with the fact that I was dancing with her later that evening.
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Women Are Unpredictable
March 12th, 2000"So why do you think she left without telling any of us?" I asked my friend.
"I think she was afraid of our reaction," she replied.
My First Kiss
September 5th, 1999I can still taste my first kiss.
She had been chewing gum. Trident. It's her favorite.
We met each other through a mutual friend. I saw her a few more times after that, in my dorm. We'd sit in the hallway, procrastinating and playing cards 'till dawn.
Walking In the Village, NYC
July 11th, 1999Oh look, there's a dog with a sweater on!
And a man with a gold ring in his nose.
That woman's got a small little mustache,
and a large tear in her left panty hose.
I Held Her Close
January 24th, 1999It's snowing.
We walk along the edge of Washington Square Park. Our footprints leave a wake of concrete in the thin snow. A warm glow from a street lamp overhead shimmers in the air; through the chill I can feel its radiance. Passing flakes flutter all around.
