Again? How come you meet a lot of guys there? I’m always there and nothingever happens.
You know those FC urinals, right?
So anyway, I was washing my face in the ground floor washroom when in comesthis really cute guy. I’ve seen him on campus a few times before. So anyway, he goesand takes a leak,
No partitions.
Enough of me. Tell me about yourself. It’sbeen what, a month since we’ve talked?
Oh no. You’re ordering cake.
More like three weeks,
Why?
So how’s your Chinese boyfriend?
I’m sure,
No I don’t. And anyway, I’m not depressed this time.
I told you, I lead a boring life.
And what are you tutoring him in?
I’m sure,
He’s not Chinese,” I answered when Ihad recovered. “He’s Korean. And he’s not my boyfriend, excuse me. I’m his tutor.
English.
Is it really true that you took puffs from his cigarette butt?
At least you don’t have to do that anymore.
I remember all those times we sat here eating cake and talking about your to-die-forclassmate Mark. Mark and his cologne, Mark and his new cologne, Mark and his crewcut, Mark and his burnt-out cigarette butt.
Whatever he touches, he leaves an essence.When I take a puff from his cigarette butt, our essences meld. We become one,