The problem, as it happened, was that Michael really was an attractive sort of fellow. So, when Julie suggested Kevin catch her set during Open Mike Night at the Student Center, he was more than happy for the distraction.
The problem of Michael’s charm had plagued Kevin since the start of term, nearly nine weeks before. For some reason Kevin just couldn’t get thoughts of Michael’s ponytail out his mind. Kevin would close his eyes, images of the way Michael’s pants flexed as he walked away would come unbidden. And the dreams . . . those just might be the worst.
Just this morning, Kevin had awoken before his alarm rang out, sweating and feeling strangely content with the world. Automatically, Kevin’s mind started organizing the day: Chemistry at 1000, an 1115 appointment with the Veterans’ Advisor, 1230 Spanish II . . . . But part of Kevin’s mind was still replaying that last dream. Seeing once again that oh so disturbingly pleasant fa