November 3, 2016:

She'd been sleeping with the school hippie, and let me tell you, in context of that school the word hippie carries weight. "I've never met anyone like him."

He said to me at that time, in exaggerated I-am-a-delighted-child sing-song, "I love women! They have three places to cum!"

She vomited carrots and alcohol, and in the first iteration of a prominent later life theme, I cleaned it up. She was privileged and arrogant, and impossibly, absurdly young. She chose me, I think, because she wrongly identified me as the center of the cool crowd she hadn't yet met. She was my first love but I was her third, after alcohol and cool crowds. It required a year and a half of conflict for us to fully confront our incompatibility.