Fast forward to a few months later. Despite being crazy busy with senior year, I am on guys4men every night, often for several hours. My addictive personality is in full gear. I feel that I have to check every single profile online or I would miss my shot at The One. I don't mean Neo. Although finding Keanu Reeves online would also be great. But I digress. But instead of Keanu I find Mark, and his pictures are so scandalous that I think I must be mistaken. But it is indeed him and here is an example of the messages we may have exchanged.
When we get there, Mark tells me that it is a nice place, with a nice view. This ticks me off a bit because the place is not just nice - it's great. But I let it slide as I sit on the floor. Mark sits beside me. His knees don't touch mine. I light a cigarette.
Look at the moon, I say. Whose face is that?
It's the man on the moon.
It looks like the Playboy rabbit to me.
That's because you're naughty.
No I'm not. You're naughty.
Well, not really. I just like to take pictures of my body.
I think it looks like a woman.
No, the dark spots on the moon.
(In the background, dance music comes to life. The dorm party is starting.)
Oh. It's a full moon today.
I can see that.
Well, I can feel it.
He flashes me a smile.
Don't tell me you're a werewolf because that's going to be cheesy.
I put my left hand on his thigh.
No, I don't care for that shit. What I meant was that full moons make me happy.
Seeing the moon just makes me sleepy. It reminds me of a children's song. Something about the moon being big and round so big and round round like a plate. And when I think of that song I remember afternoon naps.
The explanation is a build-up to leaning my head on his shoulder. He takes my left hand and massages it gently.
Sleepy already? What about...
What about what?
I look him in the eyes. His face is just an inch away from mine.
He kisses me. I taste the garlic and grease on his tongue.
I kiss him back. And then we suck face for like, a long time. And in direct proportion to time, the intensity grows until both our shirts are off and we're groping each other frantically. This is difficult to do when you're squatting on the floor but if we stand up the people at dorm will totally see. Out of the corner of my eye I see someone on the fifth floor walking along the corridor. This is getting too dangerous.
I lead Mark down the unlighted path behind P-. It's a forest back here, and completely dark. The only eyes belong to those who don't care anyway. We make love like animals.