As the countdown of days until I move back to Chapman becomes shorter, my fear grows stronger. There is an eerie storm looming in the distance… instilling fear in the depths of my soul… my 8 quarantine boyfriends. (Would be 10, but like, 2 are taking the semester off.) Left to my own devices the past 5 months, no roommate to dropkick the phone out of my hand after any “u up?” text, there is no one to blame but myself. In the beginning, it seemed harmless. August just didn’t seem real to me… and frankly, I am shocked and taken aback at its audacity to exist right now. Otherwise, maybe I would’ve considered that my flirting out of boredom could create an even more threatening environment for me when I return.
I literally don’t know how to handle all these “we should hang when you get back” texts from guys I simply never want to hang with. “Maybe we can quarantine together”... you have ONE navy blue pillow that’s a quarter inch wide, Aiden. Yeah, at least the semester’s online, but what if I’m spotted by a past lover as I roam about Palm and Glassell? And sure my mask will kinda protect my identity, but it can’t hide my unique, glowing eyes… The only solution at this point is to pretend I’m studying abroad… okay wait so many other countries have actually handled COVID at this point, so maybe I really should? Ciao, uglies!
