Monica, 22
All I remember thinking is “Who is this bitch?” She was flirting with my boyfriend … we were already in a fight, whatever, I was in a bad mood to begin with, and she kept laughing at everything he was saying, just laughing, laughing. Also she had the audacity to keep asking to change the music … something about a washing machine? … kept asking about “where the dancing was.” Like, there doesn’t have to be dancing at a party. Sometimes it makes people uncomfortable. I don’t know, am I being defensive right now? When she laughed I heard it in my hands.
Alexis, 28
So here is where it gets spooky, okay? I was dressed like Selena because that’s what I do every year. I had the high black pants. The bustier and the red lipstick and even that hat. My friend brought me to this party and we were only gonna be there for an hour because it was just a bunch of white people hanging around playing Catan and I was trying to get my booty rubbed. I was adjusting my lipstick and checking to see if there was any on my teeth and then there was this pounding on the door. That’s what I remember, this pounding. Like bam-bam. I was like “gimme a second” and the pounding kept going so I opened the door all annoyed and then I’m face to face with her. She looked at me like she knew me. Her head kept moving around as if it were bopping to a beat but every time it moved it was like those Animorph book covers, do you know what I’m talking about? Like when the girl is running but she turns into a cat if you keep moving the book around. I loved those books when I was a kid. Can’t really remember what they were about.
Dan, 29
I was a Dead Poet Society? Yeah, it was really last minute. I got lazy. I wore a turtleneck and drew bags under my eyes? And my glasses. I carried around my copy of The Odyssey. Uh … yeah, so what happened? I was really surprised that she came up to me ’cause she was like, pretty hot. Everything I said she thought was like, really funny. I don’t know where my girlfriend was. Sometimes it’s nice when a girl just laughs. I feel kind of bad about this next part. Okay so … she kinda motioned toward me like “Let’s go over here.” Next thing I know we are in this closet and some towels fell on my head. That’s when I was like, “Hey, don’t I know you from somewhere?” She kissed me without asking. She asked if I could use my hands. I grabbed her bra thing—it was like those spiky sand things at the science museum. She asked me if I could “feel it too.” I did not know what she meant. Most of the time it was like I was kissing a fuzzy version of a girl. But then I looked down and my hand was holding all of these worms. Freaky. Then she was just gone.