Spring semester of 2011 was coming to a close when Frank and I first informally met. Denise, mutual friend of ours was graduating and we both had been invited to a late night graduation get together to celebrate her last days in the mountains of Frostburg. We all met up at one of the Burg’s best restaurants: Sand Springs Saloon & Steakhouse— for a night I will always remember.
We spent most of the night laughing, joking and reminiscing about the fun times and the late nights we had all shared over drinks. Frank and I had not said much to each other—after all we knew very little of one another, and at the time I could not even remember his name. Everyone at the table was a member of the choir I was singing in except him, but he did frequent the choir rehearsals as a guest, so that became our common ground. Nevertheless, he stole a moment to forever stamp his presence in my memories, and to subtly hint at his interest in me. Mid sentence, about something pertaining to the choir, he interrupted me and said with no fxcks given “I like your tongue ring.”