Midterms are over and it’s nearly that lovely time of year when we return to our hometowns and prepare to stuff ourselves silly with homemade pumpkin pie and green bean casserole. But between eating, spending time with the family, eating some more and hibernating in your old twin bed, you’ve got a predicament on your hands.
I elbowed my way to the bar, giving fake happy kisses to every camp/youth group/high school “friend” I saw along the way. They all wanted to catch up (and tell me how great I looked!), but I had one thing in mind: vodka. That is until I spotted, across the room, my camp crush. I met him when I was 14 and fell truly, madly, deeply in love with him. He was super tall, super hot and the object of every single girl’s affection.