Today I moved into my college dorm. The goodbye with my parents was excruciating; I miss them, and I miss my little brother, and I miss my dog, and I miss my bed, and I miss not sitting in bed and hearing shrieks and yells and thinking, “Well, there go the frat parties…”
I went to this “game night” thing, which dissolved into a twelve-person conversation about Doritos. We were all exchanging cell numbers and things like that, and I when I said mine, this cute guy immediately whipped out his phone and got it all down. Now, I haven’t eschewed the idea that he could have just realized what was going on and wrenched his phone out of his pocket in a panic, like what I do when I hear someone reeling off a phone number and I don’t have any means of writing it down, whether it’s directed at me or not. That is a likely theory. But it’s been a hard day. Let me dream.