I just never left after that.
Later Annie would go on to tell me that she was really nervous about living with me. I could understand why she would have been a little weirded out by having a dude she’d just met on craigslist move into her home.To this day, however, I don’t think we’ve had an argument.
At first we didn’t quite know what to talk about with each other. She was studying science stuff, I was studying art stuff. It wasn’t until we went down to the bar for Thirsty Thursday that we really started to get to know each other. Every Thursday the Eastside Tavern would have $2.50 pints, any microbrew. Sometime there would be a cover, but it was never more than $5 and the bands they had inside were usually pretty awesome. The lighting was dim, but warm. The wood bar to the right stretched along to where room opened up and there were pool tables and a ping pong table. When a band played though the pool tables were covered up and the ping pong table was folded up and put away. One those nights Annie and I would drink until we were silly and then dive into the crowd and I’d shed my shoes and blacken my feet on the sticky floor and sweat through my clothes as we danced and drank and drank and danced.
Whoever was less tipsy would end up driving home which was probably a horrible idea every time we did it and we’d say so the next day, then wait until the next week and do it again. Sometimes we’d catch the drunk bus back to campus and walk the trail to the organic farm and walk the road until we got home. We’d bitch and tease each other when we got back home Annie always wanted to have a nightcap so we’d sit up and listen to music or try and watch Herald and Mod but I’d always fall asleep. I still haven’t actually watched the whole thing.
The first time she asked me if I wanted to cuddle I was a little surprised. It was strictly an invitation to snuggle, though. That was the long and short of it. She asked so timidly and mild.
I was brushing my teeth and swaying in that drunk way that people do and she was standing her the doorway and said, “Would you want to cuddle just to be close to someone as you fall asleep.”
I don’t really remember how I responded but it was a yes.
And that was as far as it went.
We’d cuddle up in bed together, big spoon, little spoon and fall asleep together and be great friends and the next morning we’d make breakfast or one of us would have class early and slip out of bed and we’d see each other later.
This was how things went for a while.
Annie had horrible allergic reactions to everything. She had an epipen in the kitchen and she carried one with her in case she got close to walnuts. If she ate something that had been put on a plate that had once had walnuts on it and hadn’t been washed well, she’d go into anaphylactic shock. I called it Anniephylactic shock.