This one is for Louis, who has patiently put up with my crap since Day One.
In fact, let me tell you about Day One. It was actually the second day of our Freshman Orientation Seminar. My blockmates and I, the Creative Writing majors, had just met and already had such a good stride. There was joking and chemistry and us acting absolutely idiotic without fear of judgment (although I am sure we were all judging each other, secretly).
Louis didn’t attend the first day of the seminar so we only got to meet him on the second day. Imagine a lamb being pounced on by a pack of hungry lions. That’s what it was like for Louis to meet us all. He was sitting at the end of the row, this quiet white boy who looked so out of place. So we smothered him. With questions and jokes and stupid side comments. He took them all in and pretended to like us anyway. During freshman year, I was loud and obnoxious (I just didn’t know it). So at the end of that second day, I said something to Louis that he has never forgotten. Something that he will never let me forget.
I said: “Okay, Louis. From now on, you’re going to be my boyfriend on Fridays.”
It is embarrassing and stupid and it makes me cringe but four years later, Louis looks back on all that with such fondness. (He admits that he mislabeled me as a ditz. Haha.) That was our Day One. With four years succeeding all that, you can imagine the other stupid things I’ve done and said that he’s been forced to put up with.
Thank you, Louboo, for being patient. With me and with Josh and with all our stupid antics.
ANYWAY. Louis and I share a common break before our thesis class so we decided to hang out in our empty classroom, something we’ve been doing since Sophmore year. We like staying there because we get to tamper with the airconditioning system thus making the room extra cold. We also like to play stupid games in the dark.
The game for the day was: Fierce.
The goal of the game is to do your best American’s Next Top Model, contort-your-body-like-a-pretzel pose on or with any of the objects inside the classroom. Louis, a 21-year-old straight man, won. He got on the teacher’s table and did this pose that made his clavicles protrude beneath his shirt.
Genius, I tell you.
He also posed behind the white board, behind the TV screen, with a whiteboard eraser and at one point, he even lay on the table and arced his back. He even taught me how to ‘smize’ (smile with my eyes). It was amazing. Yes, besides creating stupid dances and watching stupid things on his laptop, this is one of the things we enjoy doing.
Like I told him today (for all you Gleeks out there), he is the Kurt to my Mercedes. And with a pseudo-boyfriend like that, who tells you you’re fabulous every single day you meet, how could you not enjoy college?
To Louis, who constantly helps me win the affections of my boy toys in school. This one’s for you. :)
This one is for Louis, who has patiently put up with my crap since Day One.
In fact, let me tell you about Day One. It was actually the second day of our Freshman Orientation Seminar. My blockmates and I, the Creative Writing majors, had just met and already had such a good stride. There was joking and chemistry and us acting absolutely idiotic without fear of judgment (although I am sure we were all judging each other, secretly).
Louis didn’t attend the first day of the seminar so we only got to meet him on the second day. Imagine a lamb being pounced on by a pack of hungry lions. That’s what it was like for Louis to meet us all. He was sitting at the end of the row, this quiet white boy who looked so out of place. So we smothered him. With questions and jokes and stupid side comments. He took them all in and pretended to like us anyway. During freshman year, I was loud and obnoxious (I just didn’t know it). So at the end of that second day, I said something to Louis that he has never forgotten. Something that he will never let me forget.
I said: “Okay, Louis. From now on, you’re going to be my boyfriend on Fridays.”
It is embarrassing and stupid and it makes me cringe but four years later, Louis looks back on all that with such fondness. (He admits that he mislabeled me as a ditz. Haha.) That was our Day One. With four years succeeding all that, you can imagine the other stupid things I’ve done and said that he’s been forced to put up with.
Thank you, Louboo, for being patient. With me and with Josh and with all our stupid antics.
ANYWAY. Louis and I share a common break before our thesis class so we decided to hang out in our empty classroom, something we’ve been doing since Sophmore year. We like staying there because we get to tamper with the airconditioning system thus making the room extra cold. We also like to play stupid games in the dark.
The game for the day was: Fierce.
The goal of the game is to do your best American’s Next Top Model, contort-your-body-like-a-pretzel pose on or with any of the objects inside the classroom. Louis, a 21-year-old straight man, won. He got on the teacher’s table and did this pose that made his clavicles protrude beneath his shirt.
Genius, I tell you.
He also posed behind the white board, behind the TV screen, with a whiteboard eraser and at one point, he even lay on the table and arced his back. He even taught me how to ‘smize’ (smile with my eyes). It was amazing. Yes, besides creating stupid dances and watching stupid things on his laptop, this is one of the things we enjoy doing.
Like I told him today (for all you Gleeks out there), he is the Kurt to my Mercedes. And with a pseudo-boyfriend like that, who tells you you’re fabulous every single day you meet, how could you not enjoy college?
To Louis, who constantly helps me win the affections of my boy toys in school. This one’s for you. :)
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