It was a corny pick-up line.
I sat there staring at my computer screen in a daze, overwhelmed by that once-a-year feeling that only the end of exams can inspire. Wine on my desk in lieu of a senior thesis. Last attempts at an adrenaline rush evidenced by the blasting Lady Gaga from my $10 stereo speakers, the straightedge girl's alternative to the smoke rings blatantly rising from our housemates just below. In those blissful 15 minutes of denial, I deliberately ignored the sudden emptiness of our 34th Street townhouse, as if both the sunrise and the end of our lease were pushed back indefinitely, contingent on my paresse.
Him: So uh, I just sold my bed on Craigslist.
Me: Sweet! Congrats.
Him: Yeah. Can I sleep in yours tonight?
There's an obligatory 30-second period of contemplation that rolls through a girl's head, before she can laugh and accept the fate of indulging a pathetic request from her male counterpart. Except it wasn't one. Just a genuine plea for help from my neighbor down the hall who had kept me laughing when the world came crashing down, be it through Jettie's runs in my beat-up car filled with rotten banana peels, philosophical debates over scare tactics used by Republicans surrounding the swine flu, romantic reflections worthy of How I Met Your Mother, or forced participation in KANE Show antics at 5 AM. A meek admission of faulty logic from a friend whose excitement at a $60 sale led him to forget that he might need his bed one more night. Before graduation, and the like.
Him, cuddled up next to me, 30 minutes later: So, do you want to be big spoon or little spoon?
Me: Shut up.
Toppled by the more daunting, immediate realization that my bed was a simple twin, hard as a rock and cruelly uncomfortable even for one sole occupier, I fleetingly resented him for choosing our house furniture without my input, and instantly regretted that 9 months had already flown right by.
My response came in the form of a sarcastic giggle and the silence that foreshadows the dawning of a real
One year later, I still can't believe it worked.