It's my second date with Wagner the Music Major, who I picked up in the Student Union earlier this week. We're seeing Hairspray at the University Theater -- in the first row, of course. I always sit in the first row, when possible.
At intermission I look around the audience. No one I know, which seems strange -- I know lots of theater buffs.
Then suddenly, about 10 rows back, I see Kevin the Vampire!
"That's impossible!" I exclaim.
"My old boyfriend from San Francisco. I haven't seen him since -- um, 2003. Nearly 14 years ago. What would he be doing here?"
I look back again. No Kevin.
When we met in San Francisco in 1996, Kevin the Vampire was in his 30s, tall and buffed, with pale skin, a hairy chest, and a Satanic goatee. We dated for almost a year, although I didn't care for his elitism, his smoking, or his exhausting bedroom calisthenics.
"Why do you call him Kevin the Vampire? Did he like biting you on the neck?"
"No, but he had weird paranormal powers. He could control people's minds.. He could get hookups by going up to a cute guy and saying ''You want to come home with me, don't you?'"
"That's a nice power to have," Wagner says.
"And he could make himself invisible. You couldn't drop by for a visit -- if he wasn't expecting you, his apartment was impossible to find. But he wouldn't just show up on the Plains."
I've been posting stories about him on my blog, most recently in December. Could that have summoned him?
No -- just my imagination!
After the musical, as we are walking out to the parking lot, Kevin is suddenly standing beside me! He doesn't walk up -- he just appears, like Jesus on the road to Emmaus.
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