The Return of Nydia
The following reflection was written in 2003, when I was between 25 and 26 years old.
I drove into Boston to see Nydia my first weekend back at Bradford. She’d hurt me and I wasn’t sure if we could recover from that, but I was horny and I knew I’d get something out of the visit. When I got to Boston and had her paged to come down and meet me in the lobby of the Berklee dorm building she lived in, she was the same old Nydia, albeit with slightly longer (still red) hair, and a new tongue piercing.
Nydia brought me upstairs to drop off my stuff. On the way I learned she had a new roommate and was living on the top bunk of a bunk bed. I thought that might disrupt my plans a bit, but I figured we’d find a way around it. After all, her roommate and a friend had been in the room the previous winter when we’d started our little fling, so how would this be any more difficult?
We walked the length of Newbury Street a bit after that. She had asked me if I had brought any condoms, which I hadn’t, being the idiot that I was. We were thinking of going into CondomWorld on Newbury, an adult novelty store that would have set us up, but I don’t think we ever did, or at least we never bought the condoms.
After a while we eventually made our way back to her room. Since we had no protection, the dirtyness that we partook in could only go so far, but it was good enough for me. I think we went out for some late-night pizza after that and then went to sleep.