I found out he was cheating on me with a woman who did reiki, and I’ve never felt better about punching a man right in the face.
I had a roommate in Ameri Corps, and enjoyed having sex with one of her co-workers, Paulo.
I got to Alaska the way most people do: Through personal trauma and a series of questionable decisions.
He had thick black hair and tattoos that made it look like robot parts were embedded under his skin instead of a skeleton; he frequently told me that he was used to dating girls who wore a lot of makeup, and it was nice that I looked the same way waking up as I did falling asleep, since I don’t wear any.I worked in a used bookstore, which was a petri dish of makeups, breakups, hookups, and that one customer who looked like Robert Goulet and always hung out near the Left Behind series.My lack of a high-school love life and the fact that I never saw any hometown dick makes it easy to go back to visit now, but at the time it made me feel ill-prepared for dating in the real world.I quit college after a year and moved to California when I was 19; I met my first boyfriend at work, and we dated for three years.There’s a saying about dating in Alaska: The odds are good, but the goods are odd.
And I jumped into that oddball dating scene headfirst.But most of them were just genuine guys trying their luck, which encouraged me to try my luck, too.In short turn, I soon realized that if I wanted to meet guys in Alaska, all I had to do was go outside.I spent a month or two with Derek (names changed throughout), a legitimate maestro who was mostly a bartender owing to the shortage of symphony orchestras in the state.He had a hot tub and the kind of marijuana addiction that made him tack brightly colored carpet samples to a wall because he wanted something “cool” to look at while he was high.I didn’t mind floating around a little stoned, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to talk about flooring for more than 60 days.