Ron!
by » MM
We’ve all been there.
But who to choose?
I thought of the monosyllabic wrestler in eleventh grade who on our one date got drunk, barfed, then successfully coerced me into making out with him. The manic-depressive white rapper. The drummer with unprecedented B.O.. The male model who said “supposably” and didn’t know who Aretha Franklin was. And the guy I chased around in college, then ran into a few years later wandering down Santa Monica Boulevard in full, fascinatingly ruined-looking drag.
But then, joyfully breaking free from the pack, came Ron…
We’ve all been there.
But who to choose?
I thought of the monosyllabic wrestler in eleventh grade who on our one date got drunk, barfed, then successfully coerced me into making out with him. The manic-depressive white rapper. The drummer with unprecedented B.O.. The male model who said “supposably” and didn’t know who Aretha Franklin was. And the guy I chased around in college, then ran into a few years later wandering down Santa Monica Boulevard in full, fascinatingly ruined-looking drag.
But then, joyfully breaking free from the pack, came Ron…
