Debauchery in Numerous Forms

True life, I did the walk of shame Sunday. I have not done the walk of shame since Freshman year of college. It was a lovely, sunny Fall morning and I had two friends by my side shamefully walking with me, so it was not too bad. And no, I did not hook up with anyone, just slept over. But this is the end of the story, not the beginning, so let me go back.

So a few days after I posted the story about my navy boy, Mario, he texted me on a Friday night. We texted back and forth, (angrily on my end), and I finally did tell him what bar I was at because I wanted my creepy drunk friend to back off. Well he didn't meet up with me...but he did call me (twice) at 3:30am and then texted me (twice) at 4:00am. Patrick has been doing the same thing, and boys seem to be suprised that I tend to be sleeping in the middle of the night. Odd. I have not seen Patrick since the second night. He still acts like he wants to meet up, but ball is in his court now. I've done enough so its his turn to follow through or decide not to see me again.

I went out with a friend this past Friday and after drunkenly texting my roommate that I hate men and he has to help me to never talk to one again we met some boys. They were nice and we spent the night chatting. From this point forward I am going to use people's names because that makes it easier. Dave got Sarah's number and the next night he invited Sarah, Brit and myself to his house to play beer pong. We went, we played, we each paired up with a guy, we drank, we danced, we watched TV til 3:00am, we fell asleep and stayed at their place. Sarah and I didn't even kiss the guys we were with, it was all innocent fun really. Brit made out with Pat and declared herself the whore of the group (this stems from exboyfriend issues). Pat was uber attractive in my book and though I want him badly he and Brit are hitting it off well which is good for her. I freaked my roommate out when she woke up and I was nowhere to be found.

My highlife guy friends are pissing me off with their drunken groping. I do not want to date them. And their engaged friend though fun to dance with and buys all my drinks is a little too flirty. We have an odd relationship. It works.

I have some rediculous friends. Things that have happened to friends of mine over the past few weeks include waking up covered in ketchup and holding a grilled cheese, getting kicked out of a restaurant after having made it there with only one shoe and waking up on a rooftop at 3am after having no idea how they got there.

I tell these stories for a reason: though dramatic at times, I am having a great time being single and living in this city. I like to share the little tidbits that are my life. I hope you can find them as amusing as I do living them.

I met Tucker Max Sunday night. I was soooooo excited. We got to talk a little and sarah and brit and I got a picture. I do not want to spark any debates about feminism or if he is a truly reprehensible person, so I will just leave it at I am a fan of his book. Meeting him totally made my weekend. I think he's pretty good looking in person.

The job is ok. I like what I do, but certain things about it bother me. I am starting to look to the future to form a life plan, and I am looking into fashion related volunteer opportunities. This is my favorite time of year, so cheers to a happy Fall everyone.

Love,
Shannon