Shorter Stories from The Avocado Grove - Why My Boyfriend Does Wheelies on His Motorbike at Midnight Part I

The image of our first meeting still hangs like a bubble in my mind.  I'm standing in the dimly lit hallway of the dorm gawking at this endless hunk of man wearing aqua colored Ray Ban sunglasses and a fearless Carolina Panthers Jersey.  His biceps ripple and he is pretty.

I had a boyfriend back home.  "My name is Dillon and you are?"

I thought with all his physical blessings - the stature of a basketball player and good hair, the kind of hair that makes you want to reach out and touch, he'd go for my roommate, Sherry.  She practically bounced into his presence waving availability pom-poms and size zero short shorts.  But all he said was, "How's it going?"  And his emerald gaze turned my way, completely my way.  He asked me about where I lived and if this was my first time away from home.

"I live in this place called Avocado Grove, and no, I've been away from home dozens of times." 

And I told him I had been to volleyball camps and bragged about my place on the team at school.   "Coach expects a championship this year." 

I'm going to deflate your balls when you come home for the holidays.  It was as if Cliff was there in the hall with us.  (Which was ridiculous - Cliff wasn't and he would never - do what the hallway Cliff said.)

But I mentioned him, "Got a boyfriend back home, can't wait for winter break."  And I looked at Dillon sheepishly.

He showed me around the campus and at the end of the tour said, "Are you hungry, want to go out for dinner?"

It had been less than two days since Cliff dropped me off.