Dating our neighbor
When I left the Panhandle for a new apartment after just under a year, I hooked up with Jessie one last time, but we tacitly agreed to end our arrangement.
After all, our assignations, our late-night laughs — they all lived in that apartment.
We would definitely clear it if we were gonna have sex with someone else.
In the end, we weren’t right for each other, but he was exactly what I needed at the time.
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Not until a month into our neighbors-with-benefits relationship, while sitting on our shared stoop, did she tell me about her husband and their recent split. In my juvenility, it’s likely I said “cool” or “rad.”Jessie was older and generally wiser than I was. I found symbolism and suggestion in our mirror-identical rooms, one floor removed.
To me, an East Coast transplant in his early 20s, Jessie, a Bay Area native in her 30s, was beautiful, confident and worldly.
Secretly, I wonder if she’ll recognize herself in this piece (if she reads it, though we aren’t Facebook friends, and her name has been changed). My room connected with my roommate’s and was not that soundproof, and his house was more private. We’d always meet up late, and I’d usually leave really, really late.Going home was my way of putting up a wall to not care about him too much. At one point, we were like, ‘Maybe we should meet up before p.m.; maybe we should get dinner,’ but it never worked out. I was always a little mindful of making sure I never thought about it as a relationship too much. At one point his girlfriend moved in, which was fine.Though we never dated — never ate dinner or saw a movie together — we shared more than a street address.Literalizing the commandment to love thy neighbor, we cared for each other.