An Apology To C.
After breaking up with a long term boyfriend a few years ago, I hit a major dry spell. I wore the brand of my ex for some time. Then one spring, I met a boy. It was pretty casual I thought. I lived across town in the middle of nothing, and being Boston, (trains stop at 12:30) I stayed at his house. Everything seemed casual, I wasn't sure where it was going, then there was the issue of summer. The end of school came, and I was to return home for the summer. We went out for what might be our last time before I left. We returned to his apartment slightly buzzed, but far from any kind of innebriation. Later that night I woke up. I raced across a long hallway and made it to the bathroom in just enough time for the first heaves of vomit to make it into the toilet, but not enough time to close the door or run the water to cover the noise. After doing that I realized that his 3 or 4 roommates were sitting in the next room. After emptying the contents of my stomach I snuck back into bed. C. was fast asleep and I was unable to wake him. In the morning, he left before I woke up. Feeling horribly embarrassed (yeah me? I do get shy sometimes,) I wound up leaving town without speaking to him again. After having one of the worst summers of my life, which I won't detail here, I took a semester off of school. 6 months later when I returned to Boston, I didn't know how to get a hold of him, nor did I feel comfortable popping right back in. I saw him once on the street much later, it was an akward moment, and I couldn't talk. I suck, I know.
Posted 9:18 PM by J.Ro