for the most part. I mean, pretty
much every guy is about feeling
you up when he can, right?
But Matt’s never pushed me to go
all the way. Never once raised
his voice to me. Never once
made me feel less because
of where I came from. And
somehow that makes him boring.
SO INSTEAD
Of calling Matt, when I pick up
the phone, the numbers I punch
in add up to Kyle. B-r-r-r-n-g.
Why am I doing this? B-r-r-n-g.
He won’t be home anyway.
B-r-r-n-g. He’s out having fun—
H-hello? Definitely Kyle on
the other end. Was he sleeping?
“Oh, hey. It’s me. Did I wake you
up?” The long pause that follows makes
me wonder, “Do you know who this is?”
Of course. Wide awake now.
What’s up? Everything okay?
Nerves strike suddenly, try to
shut me up. “I-I’m fine. I just
have some free time today and …”
And what, Summer? “And thought
maybe you could pick me up….”
Bad choice of words. “Uh, come
get me. Maybe hang out for