There was one summer a few years ago when a "summer fling" escaped it's reputation of being just another cliché: I met a boy. It was one of those random things; the kinds of things that are unexpected and unlikely, out of place but not. There was something about him though that I was attracted to - A magnet of some sort that had nothing to do with who he was or how he looked; nothing belonging to the music he liked or the people he hung around with. He liked gangster rap, I liked Jeff Buckley. He was a "midnight toker" and I, a depressed bulimic. It usually takes me a while to get comfortable with someone - It took two days with him. The second time we saw each other, we were having sex. It wasn't the kind of awkward sex where you're just worried the...