The beginning of Fall term, I was sitting on the bus reading
a Kurt Vonnegut novel. When I put the book down, I heard a voice calling to me
from across the aisle. I lowered my glasses from the top of my head to find a
cute, boyish face looking back at me. “How are you enjoying Breakfast of Champions?” he asked. He
told me he loved Vonnegut’s works, and listed off three books (one of which was
not written by Vonnegut). I knew this was wrong, but found myself questioning
myself instead of correcting him. We smiled at each other, stealing glances the
rest of the ride home.
Weeks later, while swiping on Tinder, I saw someone who
looked strikingly similar to the boy on the bus. I messaged him, asking if he
took the same shuttle as me. It was him! We messaged back and forth for a few
weeks, and he seemed genuinely interested in what I have to say.
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