Claudia had always puzzled me. She fell into my life when I was eighteen, and fresh, and heading off to college. I met Claudia via mail, when I found out that she would be my roommate for the upcoming year. I didn’t have many reservations about meeting her, because she sounded so cheerful when we talked on the phone before we met in person.

When we finally did meet, I was surprised. For one thing, I towered over her. I was blonde to her brunette, pale to her swarthy, bob nosed to her long nose. And another thing, her breasts swelled out of her chest like grapefruits while mine looked more like unripe tangerines.

Despite these superficial differences, we got along amazingly well. We made lots of jokes, and said goofy things, and talked about boys and sex all the time late at night. We shared how many people we had slept with, and the number grew and grew as we went through our freshman year.

All of this was fine, and Claudia and I were good friends, but then, toward the end of the year, she fell into a lot of academic trouble because she hadn’t been paying attention to her school (too much sex…her personal record was three in one night, and she had been with at least one member of each fraternity on campus, as well as two guys at once.)

I was horribly jealous…I had always wanted amazing encounters like that, but mine remained mostly vanilla.

My jealousy ended with the end of freshman year however, when Sarah was forced to move back home and transfer to a community college, since her grades were so low and her parents were so furious with her.

I forgot about Claudia in the ensuing years, and only mentioned her or thought of her when reminiscing about my college days.

And then one night, for some strange reason, I dreamed about her, so incredibly vividly.