but he mixed drinks exceptionally well
at his college frat parties, and his
ice-blue eyes
always spoke the truth to me. Its amazing
to think that the only reason we ever met
was because one day
he wore a turtleneck that perfectly
matched his eyes, and I had to tell him.
I dont know why
he put up with my mood swings, with my
self-destructive social life and man-hating,
normally he didnt
care about women, never gave their opinions
much thought, just tried to get them
drunk at parties,
maybe he knew that and thats why he
listened to me. Then for a few years
our friendship
drifted, we didnt see each other much,
I heard through the grapevine that he was
failing in school.
Then one day, out of the blue, he comes
over and he has two black eyes. And he
says to me
that when he was in the parking garage
two guys came and beat him up, and one
of them said,
you raped my girlfriend. And then he looked
at me and said, and you know, looking back,
he was right.
I raped her. And I know he wanted sym-
pathy, he wanted to hear me say something,
but I couldnt.
And he said, I know this has to be hard for
you to hear, but I wanted to tell you. I know
it was wrong.
A part of me wanted to hate him. A part of
me thought that if he was my friend I would
be condoning
what he did. And a part of me thought that
our friendship made him realize what he
actually had done.
I tried to be there for him. I wasnt much
good at it. Eventually, he moved away.
I didnt try
to lose touch with him. But its just that a
part of me is still trying to figure out if I
can be his friend.
Sometimes you just lose touch with some-
one, sometimes thats all you can do.
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