MY APARTMENT—I was thinking, like, wow, we’ve known each other for so long, and I’d like for us to get closer. There’s this unspoken bond between us, where I write articles about you, and you don’t really acknowledge them because flirting with a student “isn’t appropriate”, but I know you enjoy the attention.
I remember my very first Slope Day, I introduced myself to you, and you looked me straight in the eyes, and I could feel myself melt away under your gaze. Sure, you seem to forget my name an awful lot, but you meet so many people that I’m sure it’s by accident. This is embarrassing haha, but I lay awake at night thinking about that time we crossed the picket line together at the Ithaca Starbucks due to our shared hatred for ILR students.
It’s been a really tough time on campus without you. Without your arms around me, I’ve felt nothing but the chilling, hollow feeling of loneliness and climate change. I quit my job at the gym, because it’s not the same without watching you on the treadmill for an hour. I stopped paying rent because the bedsheets I stole from your home kept reminding me of what I had lost. The sun still shines and yet I’m blinded only by you. I miss having you on campus as a friend, and maybe more?
I mean, like, if you’re free, of course. I’m sure a guy like you would be busy, even if you’re on sabbatical, who am I kidding? You’re so funny and charming and oh so tall and handsome, you wouldn’t wanna be with someone like me… But if you change your mind, here’s my number: 719-567-6742