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Then came Jack. For a year, he sold me coffee on Thursdays and Friday afternoons. Jack worked at the little bakery around the corner from my office. He was tall, always half-smiling. We started chatting, learned each other's names. I found out that coffee was not, in fact, his calling. He was an animator and freelance graphic designer. Not, under any circumstances, a bassist. Sometime in October — a few months after Jack started giving me unsolicited discounts on coffee and tiny sandwiches tied with ribbon — our chatting and flirting ratcheted up. By early November, I felt like I was going to fucking explode if something didn't happen soon. Unconsummated flirtation is inhumane. And it was getting dark outside really early. Plus, I had a brand new, queen-sized futon. A bed that was off the ground. So much room.
"What?" I was stunned. "Like 9:30. What are you doing?" I repressed the sudden urge to grab his collar, pull him over the counter, kiss him and say, That's what I'm doing later. "I don't know," I said, tremulous. "I was going to sit in my bed. It's new." He laughed. "Would you like to get a drink?" The whole bakery was watching us, like we were some fucking Meg Ryan movie. Comfortingly, the people in line behind me seemed more annoyed than touched. That night, I'd been sitting at the bar for a couple of minutes before Jack walked in. It was enough time for me to be near the bottom of my first whiskey, so I insisted on getting his first drink. He shrugged and let me. A Budweiser. I don't entirely trust beer drinkers, so I was wary. We sat at a table in the corner, where Jack told me he was twenty-five, from Paris, then D.C, now Harlem. He had a sullen little brother, like me. I played with my ring, a big silver skull with wings. "It's an evil ring," I said in an evil voice. "Kind of Hell's Angels?" "More like Keith Richards. I'm not evil, though." "Did anyone say you were?" "I don't know. I just wonder what I look like to people sometimes. I have a sex-related job. I swear too much. But I'm really innocuous." "I didn't think you were dangerous." "I threw a barstool once. Can I kiss you?" I said this without thinking. To my great relief, Jack smiled and kissed me. It was a surprising kiss: lots of stubble, not at all quiet or sweet like he seemed, and there was childish impatience on both ends. At some point, I was tired and wanted to go home. Jack came upstairs with me, and we made out on my new bed. With the carefully selected red sweater pushed up above my breasts, I said, "You know, you can crash." "I like you," he said. "I wanna take things slowly." Take . . . things . . . slowly. Was this some French phrase I wasn't familiar with? It sounded like English, but what did it mean? I could only think of two possibilities: 1) I was being blown off, because I fucked something up. 2) He was gay. "So sleep on the sofa," I told him, trying to stay cool. "It's three a.m. You're going to go 130 blocks uptown now?" "Look, I gotta work tomorrow, but Monday, I'll call you." I nodded, having no expectation that he'd actually call. I was annoyed with myself for having ruined yet another perfectly good capitalist relationship by making out with my supplier. 11 CommentsBR commented on 09/04 AB commented on 09/04 yo commented on 09/04 nb commented on 09/04 SDS commented on 09/04 jl commented on 09/04 NB commented on 09/04 BPT commented on 09/04 DR commented on 09/04 jct commented on 09/05
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