Don't snap and drive!
This past weekend I did something I can never take back. After a record-breaking year-long drunk texting hiatus, I committed my first TUI (texting under the influence) with the help of my old friend SoCo. Liquid courage in one hand and phone in the other at a bar that I used to frequent with my ex, I texted him (typo-free, might I add).
If a milkshake brings all of the boys to the yard, I know a way to keep them out. So far past the perimeters they’ve taken a three-mile long-cut just to avoid walking on your grass. What’s this guaranteed boy repellent? The un-relenting light of day.
There's so much I love about drinking: it helps me forget about stress and schoolwork, it makes everything that happens so much funnier, and it's fun to do outside when it's nice out. (...and inside when it's crappy out. And in the morning. And in the night. And on Mondays.) And those crappy Black Eyed Peas songs you usually can't stand? Total fist pumpers! Not to mention the hilarious piecing together that happens the morning after.
Let's face it: we've all done some pretty ridiculous things in our lives. Things we think are totally logical in the moment, but make us cringe when we think about them later on. Like that time that we pretended to be drunk to text the guy we're crushing on. Things that we’d only tell our best friend over coffee on a Sunday morning, but only after we remind her of all the sloppy photos we can blackmail her with.
Okay so I have this one guy friend that I've totally hooked up with before and it meant nothing. Honestly, sometimes a girl has needs that need to be fulfilled just like guys do. So for me our hook up was just something fun that was better than me just hooking up with some random person for a one night. Ever since that hook up homeboy has either texted me or called me EVERY time that he has been drunk.
Today, as I went about my daily business reading all my usual blogs, I came across this post on YourTango, listing off 25 really bad excuses to call him. Many of the reasons making up the list were a ridiculous, absurd and totally crazy... And as I read them off, one by one, I realized I'd probably used all of them at one point or another in my dating history.
We’ve all done it. We claim that we are the best of friends, but the truth is that we are all guilty. We sit and listen to our friends complain about their breakups, lend a shoulder to cry on, and then offer consoling words: “You can do so much better” or “he’s the one missing out, not you.” The sob-fest concludes and what do we do?
It’s Thursday night, 8:00 PM. Most kids on my campus are pre-gaming in their rooms watching the new episode of The Office, but I am sitting half-comatose in a giant lecture hall, taking notes on Neo-freudians. It’s my own fault for picking such an unfortunately scheduled class, but I still silently curse my Ben Stein-clone of a professor as my phone vibrates for the tenth time since class started.
Dear El Dude, Help! I’m quite the cynic when it comes to love, almost as a defense mechanism to avoid getting hurt. A few weeks ago I meet this boy out at a bar. He was cute, funny, and talked and danced with me the entire time. We exchanged numbers, hung out at my friend’s house, and ended up going back to his house for the night.
Let's be honest here for a second: books like "He's Just Not That Into You" exist for a reason. And that reason is that women, as a collective, are really good at convincing ourselves of feelings and relationships that just aren't there. We get so caught up in luuuurve that we don't let ourselves see what's really going on.
It was one of the many nights when I should have stayed in and done homework, but decided/was forced to go out with my roommates for a night of belligerence. Standard.