Some people called him “Barefoot Lloyd”. On our small college campus, being the person who walked around barefoot could be a distinguishing feature where names failed. “Oh, you mean that guy who walks around barefoot?” 

We were both English majors. The first time he asked me out, I told him I had a boyfriend. It was true. I had a boyfriend whom no one ever saw because he was older and above my college life. I never said much about him because the relationship had become stifling and emotionally abusive by that point. [Read more…]