“I look sober,” I said. “There’s a difference.”
I met him at the “Welcome Back” house party during syllabus week. I was nursing a truly disgusting hard seltzer, wearing a sundress that was probably too short for September, and trying to remember the name of the girl from my Psych 101 lecture. College Rules - Lucky Fucking Freshman
By week three, I’d stopped telling my roommate where I was going. She’d just see me grab my keys and say, “Cole?” And I’d blush. “I look sober,” I said
Let’s get one thing straight: I didn’t believe the hype. “I look sober