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5:40 pm – I am standing in the kitchen of my friend’s mother’s house. His extended family from Florida is clucking around the counter drinking wine while they wait for everyone to get ready to go out to dinner. They’re in town to be with him after he drunkenly fell off of a golf cart. The x-rays showed no broken bones but identified a lump in his lungs. He has a biopsy in two days. His older sister seems to be hitting the wine and Xanax particularly hard.
5:42 pm – His cousin walks down the steps into the kitchen. She is wearing a long floral skirt. Watching her walk down those steps is one of those rare moments where someone’s appearance is actually breathtaking. She walks up to me and all I can muster is “wow.” She smirks at me.
6:15pm – Everyone is sitting at a fancy seafood restaurant. My friend’s drunk sister is to my right, his cousin is to my left.
6:18pm – Drunk sister’s hand grabs my knee.
6:19pm – Drunk sister’s hand moves to thigh.
6:20pm – Drunk sister whispers in my ear, “I’m fucked up.” Her mouth is close enough that my ear is hot and wet when she moves her mouth away. I try my best to ignore her, hoping she will change her focus. I look to my left and his cousin has missed this Wedding Crashers moment.
8:00pm – In a flounder and wine haze, our group of 12 Jews, ranging in ages from 13 to 80, waddle to our cars. We head back to the house. Everyone goes to his or her respective bedrooms except my friend, his sister, his cousin, and I who go into the living room to watch something stupid on TV. I spend the whole time catching glances at his cousin. It’s like she has an extra pheromone, I cant stop looking.
9:23pm – She catches me glancing at her, she stares back kindly but intently.
11:00pm – She loudly asks me if there’s anywhere open to get ice cream.
11:01pm – I thank god there’s one late-night ice cream place in Raleigh.
11:10 pm – I am driving. I have a CD in with the softer more acoustic Zeppelin songs. “Tangerine” is playing. We talk about music, which somehow leads to her asking if I’ve ever banged her cousin (the one who groped me at the restaurant).
11:17 pm – We order two milk shakes in the drive-thru microphone. I start to drive to the window, take a deep breath, stop the car mid-way. And lean in to kiss her. “That’s the Way” is playing now. After we kiss for a few seconds I lean back, gauging her reaction. She waves both hands towards her saying “more.”
11:18 pm – Someone in the drive-thu honks. I pull up, pay for the milkshakes, and drive home. I don’t think either of us drank ours or even wanted them in the first place.
12:00 am – My friend and his sister have passed out on the couches. His cousin looks over at me, smirking, asking if I wanted “another taste.”
12:01-4:00 am – We have sex three times in my friend’s mom’s office on a couch, with trips to the porch, beer, and long conversations in between. She leaves to go to her room to get some sleep.
8:00 am – I wake up to her bringing me coffee. We sit outside. It’s a perfect spring morning. She tells me she’s sick of Florida and just wants to come to NC for the summer and “have lots of sex with me.” I think that sounds pretty good.
9:00 am – I am driving back to school howling at the top of my lungs. I get a text mid-way. “Thank you for making my toes curl last night. You were beautiful.” I think I’m in love.