History of Boys

Tony Leung "2046"

My first boyfriend was in college. He was a 6'8 basketball player and I used to be disgusted by the way he chewed his food. I used to lie about being at his games. I hate sports. When I moved to New York I had another guy who I seriously worshiped. It embarrasses me now to think about it. I would cook him breakfast in $300 underwear and mascara on. One day I asked him why he didn't love me, he said he didn't know. I left him not long after. I bought these really expensive pair of boots to make myself feel better, and the first time I wore them I ran into him at this concert. He was outside and couldn't get in. I was glad I bought those boots. Then I dated this jazz drummer, he had a deep freezer in his Brooklyn apartment, there was a large padlock on it. He said he didn't want his band members to eat all his food. Later this same drummer headbutted me on my birthday in Palm Springs. And lastly there's the Pope. He was my friend, nothing ever really happened. But I've loved him the most. I told people I was starting this blog as a travelogue of my time in Morocco. But if you go back to the beginning every entry is about him. He's married now and just had a kid. I never asked him if he loved me, I guess I already knew the answer.