So I'm chilling on campus, minding my own business when this young woman sits down next to me. She's got a tattoo of Simba and Nala on her left shoulder blade, so unprovoked I asked her how much she knew about lions. She says not much, laughs. I tell her how the alpha male lion pretty much knocks up all the lionesses and the low tier males have to wait until he dies to try and clap cheeks. I explained that this means Nala and Simba are likely siblings, half siblings or cousins and how does she feel about lion incest. We talked about the semester, about weather, about slacklining. She thanked me for being polite. She wrote her number on my notebook in blue ink. We went out a few times. Ghosted her after she said her favorite book was Tuesdays with Morrie.

I hope she's doing alright out there in the universe.