by Jacki Wood
The first time I met Alex was about a week before classes were to begin my freshman year at BYU.
I knocked on the door of what would be my home for that first year of college, not knowing if anyone had moved in yet.
She opened the door holding a blow dryer and a brush, barefoot but dressed fashionably conservative, and her make-up fully done.
I noticed her lipstick.
I don’t remember what I was wearing, but I’m sure it was something like a T-shirt and basketball shorts and probably even a baseball hat.
I was not wearing lipstick