There we were: kissing on a bench outside The Dungeon in the French Quarter. It’s the start of any classic love story, right?
I met my friend Brooks in high school, though we weren’t friends until I was nearly out of college.
Like most people our age, we reconnected through Facebook, and over the years our friendship turned slightly romantic.
Brooks is tall with blond hair, and carries himself with an air of coolness – he’s very “take it or leave it.” Luckily for him, I’ve got a soft spot for skater shoes and fitted jeans.
For work, he’s a freelance sound tech, which means he’s always on the road, setting up for tours. Read more…
The Bitter Lemon 