And there I was driving down Charles Street wearing my leather coat that my ex-girlfriend had bought me. I was listening to the Coldplay album and wondering how she could be replaced. I looked over at this girl in a coat that was fit for nothing more than a Christmas morning let down. She seemed to be nervous and I couldn't understand why. Cool was my attempted motif. I had never really dated before. I had no idea what to do with myself other than to act callous and cold and attempt to remain nothing more than aloof. The era of youth had caught me by the ankle and whispered things to me that I had never heard.
"You know Bret, you need to start sleeping with a lot of girls to fill a void"
"Really? How do I do that?"
"Just act as though you know everything and have a million dollars in the bank"
"Won't that come back to haunt me later down the road"
"Who cares! The celebration of youth is vital to your future."
"Ok, if you say so. I have always trusted my gut, so I guess I'll go with you on this one"
I leaned over in the car and offered to simply skip the meal and return to her dorm room. She accepted and I was born into a life that would lead to smiles and strife.
