• today I accidently bumped into this one TA I had in this one Bio class I took back in sophomore year. 

  I had a pretty serious (at the time) crush on her. she was 28 which I thought was hot. she was wicked smart and knew a lot about terrestrial ecology and had eyes that looked like an ocelot's. I was pretty smitten. 

  one time when we were doing field research in the meadow, she arrived 45 minutes late wearing an indigo Wu Tang Clan tshirt and red poison oak rashes on both wrists. everyone took off pretty quickly after the field trip was done, but I lingered, picking thorns and burs off my socks and side eying her as she transcribed her field notes. I felt like an asswipe, for five silent minutes I tried to tell her how much I loved the song "Da Mystery of Chessboxin'" 

  a year later I ran into her at a friend's gig and she had no recollection of me or my face, which was both confusing and a relief at the same time. the whole thing was surreal. that whole month of my life was surreal. the night of the gig she earnestly asked me to order her a drink: "Svedka with drop of vermouth with a glass of olives on the side." she emphasized the "drop of vermouth" part. "yes ma'am." I felt so grown up. mature. turgid with pride. 

  until later that night:

  "oh my god"

  "what?"

  “you have those fucking glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling.”

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