The first time someone referred to me as an alien, I laughed. I did not have a big, bald head. My skin wasn’t green and my eyes, while on the large side, looked quite normal to me. The word “alien” followed me around for years.
On a warm August afternoon in the Law Quadrangle, my boyfriend and I finally had the dreaded talk about our exes. Beaming with pride, he revealed that he was still friends with many of his exes, with some of them comprising his group of best friends.