Nights were starting to get lonely, especially since I still wasn’t very social. Sure, I’d go out every now and then, but I was mainly hanging around my dad. It sucks when you have a significant other you can talk to, and then suddenly don’t. All the emotions build up, especially if you’re spending your nights staring at your dying father. Even though most of us don’t admit to it, when you’re in a relationship you keep a mental list of people you’d like to fuck if you were single—a little “fuck list,” if you will. While I was with Abby, I certainly kept one. It consisted mainly of girls from college I wished I had hooked up with, and a few from high school. As I entered the lonely world of the single male loser in his mid-twenties, I did a quick mental scan of my fuck list and realized that most of the people either weren’t in Utah or were in relationships. But one who wasn’t was Becca, my dad’s best friend’s daughter. Becca was also one of Greg’s best pals.
