It must have been September, 1994. It's crazy that I somehow remember my college boyfriend G's birthday is September 13. I don't remember anyone's birthdays ever without checking my birthday datebook, yet G's is forever etched into my mind. Maybe it's something about the number 13.
I was obsessed with G. I was obsessed with making G cupcakes. G lived in the dorms and I transferred to a local private college
We're hanging out in the Stony Brook corridor-style dorms. It's all fuzzy to me now, but either he lived with this kid, Jonas or somehow we found our way into Jonas' room.One thing is for sure, Jonas did not want anyone eating any cupcakes in his dorm room.
At first we thought he was joking. Jonas wasn't joking. He grabbed the entire box of cupcakes and tossed them out the window and simply said, "I told you guys. No eating in my fucking room!" Guess we really were in his dorm room and why, I honestly don't recall. Did G room with him? I don't think he did. Maybe G's roommate had a girl over that night? I forget.
After my beloved cupcakes were thrown out the window, I threw a fit. Why? Because G let it happen and actually laughed hysterically over it. Ironically, this is the exact reaction my husband would have if this were to happen today.
Why didn't G stand up for me? Why didn't he kick that little nerdo's ass? Jonas wasn't a big guy. It was one of those times I wished I was a dude. If I were a dude that night, oh boy would I have given that little jerk a beat down.
So there you have it. Perfectly good birthday cupcakes tossed out the window. And no, they weren't homemade cupcakes "from scratch" -- just a $2 box mix from Pathmark. Damn you, Jonas! Damn you G! I'm think I may still harbor some hatred and anger about that night. I'm even mad at my husband knowing he might have reacted the same way.