For One Semester I Lived Like I Want To Live The Rest Of My Life

My parents bought an apartment for me while I was in college. I had the other room up for rent and over the years I had several college roommates. It was my last semester and a guy called and asked if the room was available. I was older and a senior and so grown up I said sure, if he could swing the rent. He moved in, he was a graduate student and had a semester to go himself and didn't want to sign a year's commitment.

Without any conscious thought, I set the table in the morning. I picked up his clothes when it was time to do laundry. I straightened out his bed before going to class. I set dinner hour and he learned to show up. I went domestic without as much as a thought. There was a man in the house, and his towel needed washing and his bathroom cleaned up. He didn't complain, he hung around and if there was something interesting going on he would include me and take me out.

He came to my door one night, and told me that it was foolish under the circumstances for him to sleep alone, with a girl under the same roof. He waited for me to get up and grab my pillow and he put me in his bed between him and the wall. The amount of time that passed between me being put in his bed and he putting himself inside me was too short to measure. It was all one movement. After finishing his errand with me, and withdrawing slowly, he put me on my side to hold me for the rest of the night.

I lived out the rest of my last semester in the glorious feelings of having a nest to take care of and sleeping with a man. I fully admit that I was in full marriage mode and it hurt when he moved on, But for all the various experiences you have in college, being a wife for one semester was the best. It's the memory I most cherish, the memory I want to experience again.