In Your Underwear
I'm not exactly sure how it happened, but somehow we ended becoming very good friends in just a matter of a few days. So close, in fact, that I wore your underwear the day after your birthday. To the regular CL reader, this might not sound too strange. However, I was 16 at the time and I was a petite female under 100 lbs. You, Ted, had just turned 25... and I wore your underwear.
CL readers, in case you are wondering, it was a purely innocent case. Ted had a crush on my supervisor, Teresa. But Teresa was 6 years older than Ted and Teresa wouldn't have dared to hook it up with Ted after coming out of a 7 year relationship with her ex. We all knew that. What people didn't know was that I was the one who had a crush on Ted.
You knew what 106.3 was. You talked about the band Luna and knew who The Ocean Blue were. You even talked to me about your crush on Teresa and came to me when Teresa dissed you. I truly wanted you and Teresa to be together. But alas, it couldn't have happened, just as we couldn't have happened.
You always came by the wardrobe truck. I didn't know if it was because you were checking up on Teresa or just looking out for me. I couldn't tell, but I didn't care because it meant that you were going to be around. Somehow Teresa just kind of faded away in our conversations as the weeks went by. Then, on your birthday you asked if I could come hang out with you.
Me: Won't it be late?
You: Yes, it's going to be after work.
Me: Where will I stay?
You: You can stay at my place.
(a long pause)
You: Don't worry. You can have my bed. I can sleep on the couch. I just want you to be there.
Me: But... but... there's just one thing.
Me: I need fresh underwear.
You: Well... if you REALLY want to, you can use mine.
So, that night, i lied to my parents and told them that I was staying at a friend's place, which really wasn't all that much of a lie since Ted really was my friend.
You took me to a bar and met up with the rest of the grip and electric department. You had a Sprite and bought me a Coke. A perfect gentleman you were, unlike the others who kept on insinuating that we were having a forbidden affair. We must've left after 30 mins because I was still drinking my Coke. Were you pissed or embarrassed? I couldn't tell. I just remembered that we sat quietly in the backseat as the taxi took us straight to your apartment on Grand Street.
That night I learned that you were a recovering alcoholic. You told me about your high school girlfriend who dumped you the night she fucked the entire basketball team. It was something having to so with you drinking two full bottles of Vodka and getting the shit beat out of you. It was pretty fucked up. I wanted so bad to share with you some stories of my own, but I didn't have any. I haven't even had my first kiss yet at that point in my life. Afraid of being boring, i apologize for my silence. You told me it felt good to just let it all out. After 3 hours of talking, we decided it was time to sleep. After all, call time was 6:30AM the next morning. You offered me your bed, but I took the couch instead. A perfect gentleman you were and I loved you for it. The next morning you woke me up and handed me your underwear.
That was 9 years ago and haven't seen you ever since.
If, by chance, this post gets to you, I just wanted to let you know that I have recently moved out of NYC to be with my boyfriend who lives in LA. As I was packing up my belongings, I came across your underwear.
Just thought you'd like it back.