August 19, 2008
Nothing about this equation added up. I met him through his girlfriend during grad school. He was hiring; she remembered I liked tutoring diverse populations. They were a break-up/make-up couple. Respectfully, I never asked. Our first ‘un-date’ was over surf-n-turf with visiting girlfriends, his roommate. Followed by several of what he called jicamartinis (really appletinis). We knew a month into dating. Gladly lost my job for inappropriate attraction. His ex- left, e-mailed, “you’re dead to me.” Eventually, she married, too. The equation wasn’t addition, after all, but exponential multiplication with unresolved remainders: one collateral damaged refugee, two bystanders—both convicted.