Alexplorer Goes Time
If you're just joining
this series already in progress, then it means you don't have a time machine,
so here's the short version: Every Tuesday (your present), I come back
from my adventures time-traveling around MySpace and fill you in on what
happened to people from my past as they keep slippin', slippin', slippin'
into the future.
Ah, here's one now...
Lauren (not her real name)
used to be the RA on my floor my sophomore year of college. She was
really butch, but her friends were totally my type: Tomboyish girls who
were still kind of fem, just not girlie. I used to see her out with
them at the clubs all the time. Since this was very much a redneck
corner of the world, there weren't exactly any gay bars in town.
The next year both she and I coincidentally
transferred to the same college without either of us telling the other
before the fact. I only found that out secondhand as I was moving
out of my dorm at the end of the year when one of the other RAs mentioned
it. A few months later we were both at the new school, and I used
to see her at the gay bar near there (i.e., the one place in town that
played decent electronica). Lauren was never "out," but it was kind
of a "Don't ask, you can already fucking tell by looking at me" kind of
With kids?! She never finished college. This is what too much
partying will do to you. She has some sort of tourist business ties
to Mardi Gras that she's promoting on her profile.
letter I'll probably never send to her:
How could you abandon me?
-Any vagina besides your own.
2007 Ale[x]plorer. All photos are of the actual individuals described
above because, seriously, I can't make this shit up.