Blogger in Draft

 Sitting in draft mode since January 03, 2007

I swing the door open to an apartment I've never been in and scream, "Love of my life!" Satchel proved that I can live with a man. Of course it helped that we split the rent and had separate bedrooms. And never had sex. Satchel is my former roommate and platonic life partner.

Satchel heard my doorway bellowing and turned towards me while I jump in his arms. I miss him. I truly, honestly don't know how I made it through the past year without seeing him once. Satchel picks me up and swings me around and I survey the party for the first time.

And I lock eyes with someone.

And I have no idea who he is, but I know he has nipple rings.

I wouldn't know he that has nipple rings unless I know him. Unless I know him in a shirts-off kind of way. Satchel sets me down on the wood flooring and Nipple Rings and I stare at each other. He smiles, obviously remembering me.

"Hello there, Sarah. Long time," nods Nipple Rings as he tips his beer towards me. Of course he had to use my name and smile coyly at me; he knows I don't remember him. He's enjoying this moment.

Then I swallowed and choked on my own spit. Of course he would remember me. I too would remember the girl I met at a party five years ago where I split a fifth of potato vodka with her and took her back to my place downtown. There I would get her in my bed... where she would promptly projectile vomit on me.

Yup, I would remember her too.