Okay so I guess it’s been another month since my last entry because I suck at keeping up with this blog. But in no way has it been uneventful. So with that, get ready for the next 7 stories of my March Madness of Men
Leading off of my last post of Chandler, we hooked up that Thursday after formal and 3 days before spring break. Early Sunday morning I met my amazing high school friends and we trekked down to Destin, Florida for a week of the sun and the sand and a drink in my hand. It was Monday when I had my first encounter with a boy.
Monday morning we ventured off to the house that one of our high school guy friend was staying with all his fraternity brothers. They were having a day party outside around their pool and in about twenty minutes I killed a double bottle of barefoot while barefoot. During the dancing, splashing, and chugging I felt like this guy and I were vibbing but didn’t think anything of it. Some of it is a blur, but a smaller group and I decided we had to make a trip to the beach. So we rallied and stumbled outside. I HAVE NO IDEA HOW it happened but I found myself making out with the boy leaning against the car. We had a solid 30 second make out and then I pulled away as the beach group came outside. We turned and walked as a pair to the beach.
I realized though awkward this was probably the right time to ask his name. And of freaking course it’s the same name as my high school/college ex that I dated 3.5 years (let’s call him Chip). IN THE WORST WAY POSSIBLE, my immediate drunken response was, “Can I not call you Chip?” This, hands down, without a doubt, is the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever said to a guy. He responded, “No…?… cause that’s my name.” I woke up the next morning and physically face palmed myself at this realization. The worst part? He most likely told our high school guy friend that I said that… who knows Chip. I’m not concerned that he might tell Chip but dear lord get it together E.
And this is basically my only spring break story involving a guy… that is until I got home Saturday night.. so read on.
-E
year of boys 2015 