December 21, 2013
"Are you Eric B___?" I say to the guy behind me, as we stand to alight the bus that's just stopped in Philadelphia. Yes, he says. He acts like he can't place the face. I remind him of our date this spring, the guacamole we ate while watching "Arrested Development" at his place. I want to say, "Let me narrow it down. I'm the one who DIDN'T have sex with you." But I don't. After asking how his dad is, I turn and walk down the aisle, leaving a huge question mark dangling above his head and between his legs.