Making Out In The Name Of Curiousity

Dear college girls experimenting with one another on the bunk bed across from me,

I'm sure it feels amazing, kissing someone who seems so foreign to touch. I'm sure it's even more exhilarating than customary, the two of you making out in a hostel dormitory while all the boys in the room are either sound asleep...or pretending not to know a damn thing while they sneakily update their blog.

But let me tell you this much. I saw it in your eyes the moment I shook both your hands. You're young, reckless, and full of all the daftness that become two undergraduates desperately trying to find their way in this fiercely fleeting world. You're filled with the qualms of youth...and it's just a matter of time before you tire chasing that illusive bi-curious dragon and fall back into your very standardized and comfortable lives. It's just a matter of time before you tire of one another and go back to your extremely capable, yet clueless boyfriends.

And when that moments arrives, beating harshly into your heart - and all you're left with is the wondrous memory of that one time you necked in front of everyone and nobody all at the same time - well, feel free to hunt me down and shake my hand. Because not only did I put my headphones on and turn my back to your extremely unoriginal and eye-rolling tryst...but I also feigned ignorance. Mainly because I'm old, tired and completely uninterested in it all, but also because there's a small shred of me who wanted you to live.

Live at least one day without a shred of my callous, jaded cynicism.

Yours Truly,

Suneil