Truth or dare: Who did you lose your virginity to? That sorta-kinda-boyfriend I had the summer before college. We both worked at Six Flags. He: the Texas Cyclone. Me: cotton candy. The days: sweaty, sticky. The nights: sweet licks of clove cigarettes that sparked in the dark. Wait, no. The stoner boy who offered me a stubby joint on someone’s grave. Glazed look in his eyes that I mistook for desire. Wait, no. A man I met at a pet store. Foreplay: he put a goldfish in his mouth. Spit it back into its tank. Wait, what was the question?
