It was down that thin line known as Route 24 that I found company in the presence a girl. Fresh faced at 19, she was just a baby. I lived in Toledo and drove an hour to see her. Our first date we went to the Defiance Mall for Chinese food. I offered credit but they only accepted cash. She blushed and I had to run to the ATM machine. I met her mother the next week.
A month later I said, “I love you.”
She said, “Put it in me.”
We kept it a long distance relationship until she called me on the phone crying. She said she was being sexually harassed by a frat guy. Before we met she had hooked up with him at a party. He wanted a blow-job. She refused. He slapped her face with his dick. She told me he had found out we were together and had made a flier with a picture of her face that said, “She cries rape.” Now she wanted to move to Toledo. I didn’t think it was a good idea.
She moved to Bowling Green, twenty minutes from where I lived. Late one night she called to tell me she was horny. I told her my friend Bobby was over but told her to come anyway. She watched in silence while we played Madden ’05. Bobby left and I made a pass at her but she refused.
I screamed, “I just want to fuck you!”
She left in tears.
A week went by. I called and told her I loved her. We’d last until her 21st birthday.
That was seven years ago. Today I found out she’s married with a baby. Her husband has a lazy eye. Meanwhile, I sit at my desk and stare at her Facebook page, trying to decide if I’m going to masterbate tonight.