When: late August 2008
Where: Stairwell, Mary Ward Hall, SF State University
Weather: Contemptuously cold and windy, with fog and no heater
“Where do you think this relationship is going?” The eight scariest words I had ever heard.
In the immortal words of Popeye Wynn, “Shit, I just got here.”
So we were on a break now. Jeannie was spooked that I helped her move into her dorm. She mistook my effort to do the right thing as an act of creepiness, which nobody I know can understand. My efforts to figure it out at the time only made things worse.
And the question was completely out of the blue. So she let me off easy. We were on a break. But not really. After every effort I’d put in to get this far, up to San Francisco, only to have it blow up on the second day. It went badly, and I spent the remainder of the week in a sour mood. I couldn’t bring myself to listen to The Kooks for a very long time.
My confidence hadn’t worn off, but suddenly I felt as if I had no reason to be at SF State.
But I thought to myself, “shit, I just got here,” and I stayed anyway. It went badly.
Next: The SF Years.