[Bruno had given an example from when he was fifteen, right? That probably counts. Except fifteen feels so remote, and anyway, he'd been kind of an idiot at fifteen. So, instead:]
Annette. My only college girlfriend. We were taking the same stupid 101 course in . . . I don't even remember what, I think classic literature or something like that, something bookish, because I kept missing whatever stupid subtext I was supposed to pick up. Which I didn't care about, except you need a pretty decent GPA if you want to keep playing sports in university, and I did, I was on the fencing team and I wasn't about to give that up, so I looked around at who seemed smart and pretty and there she was.
So she started tutoring me. It wasn't hard, she just said shit like the butterflies really symbolize sex or whatever, it didn't take long, and then . . . [He shrugs, but it's with a little smile.] I started asking if she wanted to come over not just to tutor me. She was smart, you know? Real sharp, I liked just listening to her talk about whatever she was interested in. And she had a good sense of humor, so I could always get her to laugh. We'd do all the usual college shit, y'know, football games-- I took her to see Les Bleus kick Italy's ass one weekend when they came to play-- and ice cream and parties, shit like that--
[It'd been good, for a few months. Maybe not the stuff marriages are built on, but he'd liked seeing her, day after day. Polnareff stares at nothing for a few seconds, caught up in fond memory, before wrinkling his nose at Bruno.]
Anyway. You're not the only one who stopped dating around when his father died. I dropped out of school and came back home to take care of Sherry, and I'm gonna guess she went on to be a professor or something.
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[Bruno had given an example from when he was fifteen, right? That probably counts. Except fifteen feels so remote, and anyway, he'd been kind of an idiot at fifteen. So, instead:]
Annette. My only college girlfriend. We were taking the same stupid 101 course in . . . I don't even remember what, I think classic literature or something like that, something bookish, because I kept missing whatever stupid subtext I was supposed to pick up. Which I didn't care about, except you need a pretty decent GPA if you want to keep playing sports in university, and I did, I was on the fencing team and I wasn't about to give that up, so I looked around at who seemed smart and pretty and there she was.
So she started tutoring me. It wasn't hard, she just said shit like the butterflies really symbolize sex or whatever, it didn't take long, and then . . . [He shrugs, but it's with a little smile.] I started asking if she wanted to come over not just to tutor me. She was smart, you know? Real sharp, I liked just listening to her talk about whatever she was interested in. And she had a good sense of humor, so I could always get her to laugh. We'd do all the usual college shit, y'know, football games-- I took her to see Les Bleus kick Italy's ass one weekend when they came to play-- and ice cream and parties, shit like that--
[It'd been good, for a few months. Maybe not the stuff marriages are built on, but he'd liked seeing her, day after day. Polnareff stares at nothing for a few seconds, caught up in fond memory, before wrinkling his nose at Bruno.]
Anyway. You're not the only one who stopped dating around when his father died. I dropped out of school and came back home to take care of Sherry, and I'm gonna guess she went on to be a professor or something.