That was Chris. We were boyfriends. Before I knew you. God, I thought he was so, you know, cool. He was a cameraman at Oprah. Really talented guy. And kind of a weird genius. When he heard music, he saw colors. So songs were like dancing rainbows to him. For real. It’s a thing some people have. Maybe that’s why he always went too far when he was surrounded by music. Why he always got so fucked up. Always. There was no medium or low, just high. He was a lot of fun, but he was kind of a dick too. Not necessarily mean, just angry. I was scared to hook up with him at first because when we were talking once and he said, “Foreskin is like awnings on architecture. It really just depends.” I’m not circumcised, so it made me nervous. Anyway. We dated for awhile and it got ugly, so it ended. He just sort of got up and left one night and that was it. He didn’t stay long enough to se me cry, which I suppose I’m grateful for. Even when you know someone isn’t right for you, it’s hard to say it out loud and even harder to hear it, especially if you love them a little. And we avoided all of that. He’s a completely different person now. This Chris drank the one I dated away a long time ago. He really is beautiful though. I mean, did you see his eyes?