I really just wanted to stay inside and watch Doctor Who. I was halfway through a pretty epic episode when Jennifer texted me.
Marc! Come to Annies. Everyones here! Lol.
Part of me lit up with excitement when I read the text. The other part of me let out an audible sigh. I had just smoked a bowl, because I thought I wasn’t going anywhere tonight. I don’t do well around other people when I’m high. I always feel like everyone’s making fun of me and I get inside my own head too much. So much to the point where I just sit by myself on a couch somewhere and think really hard about minute things. I had to go to Annies though. I knew by reading the text that Jennifer was drunk.
I’ve wanted to see Jennifer naked since I first met her in freshman year of college. She knocked on the door of my rank smelling dorm where I was busy playing Grand Theft Auto III and I had to do the most cleaning i’ve done all year in a matter of ten seconds before opening the door.
“Hi. My name’s Jennifer. I’m your neighbor.” She said in a high pitched, welcoming tone.
“Oh…uhhh hello. Hello. Hi. My name is Marc. Marc Shwartz.” I struggled immensely to utter.
“It’s a treat to meet you, Marc. Would you happen to have a screwdriver I could borrow for a jiff? Stupid Ikea furniture, ya know?”
It was words like “treat” and “jiff” that really stood out to me. She enunciated them with a hard southern drawl. I thought about this for a moment, until I’m pretty certain she thought I was crazy.
“Are you alright, dear?” She sincerely asked as I stared blankly right through her.
I suddenly remembered that I was in the middle of a conversation with another human being.
“Sorry. Yeah I’m fine. Uhh… yeah I have a screwdriver. One second.”
As I dug around under my bed for a screwdriver I thought I’d never use, I somehow gained the courage to try to get to know Jennifer. Probably because I wasn’t facing her.
“So, are you from the south or something?” I asked oh so politely (not).
“You betcha! Grew up in Dalles.”
I handed her the screwdriver. Ignoring the fact that my hand was shaking from nervousness.
“Here you go.”
“Thank you so much. I’ll bring it right back for ya.”
“You can just keep it. I’ll never use it.” I said with a self absorbed smirk.
She stared at me for a second, completely silent. I began to shift my eyes left and right. I swear I felt the first inkling of sweat drip down my cheek.
“I’ll just bring it back when I’m finished. Southern kindness. I can’t help it.”
And just like that, Jennifer from Dalles walked the 10 feet down the hall to her dorm room. I hated to see her go, but I loved watching her leave.
Jennifer became one of my best friends throughout college. It was Annie, Michael, Jennifer, and I. Always together, doing something idiotic. But since college ended I haven’t seen much of Jennifer, or Annie. I still see Michael quite a lot though. Probably too much.
Anyway, I got dressed to go to Annie’s. As I walked the busy streets of downtown Seattle I thought about how this could possibly be the time that Jennifer realizes her love for me. She’ll see me tonight and it will be different from the thousands of other times she’s seen me. Something will spark in her brain that will scream: LOVE, LOVE, SEX, CUDDLE, LOVE. As always I knew that I had to steer clear of Annie. She’s always so touchy feel with me when she drinks. I could have hooked up with her years ago, but my standards are way too high. I really should stop complaining about not getting laid.
I walked up the steps to the apartment with my head down. I could hear the shitty nineties music blaring from inside. I thought way too long on whether I should knock, or just walk in. I decided to just walk in.