Changes

Both her shirt and shorts are tight. His eyes seem trained, chaste, ignoring the obvious. She seems flirtatious, an Anthropology major, she says. Again, he's uninterested. This is my kind of dude. The kind who ignores the short guy who just walked out calling him 'bro'. He asks if I've been helped. I have, and I tell him so. I suppose this is the kind of situation people are starting to understand as "bromance" or "manlove" or "mancrush" - a straight man's attraction to another man. The finding of similar characteristics, qualities, or disposition. This is what I have right now.

Its my first day on this campus, my first day in this area. My first time exiting the station at Fullerton instead of transferring to the brown. Its disorienting. There are a lot of young people in flip-flops and dressed down demeanor, walking with the kind of cockiness yet confusion indicative of a college campus. Its disorienting. As if my life, attitude, and segmented world has progressed over the last four years but these bubbles reign unchanged - only the details change. The fundamental stuff, that's what doesn't. The students filter in and out. And I'm sitting here with a moleskine in my lap, scribbling notes.