[(Love Will) Turn Back the Hands of Time - Grease 2]
What is this, Blast from the Past Week?
First, Uninhibited Boy called me (I neglected to mention I went to high school with both him and Charming). We all remember how THAT turned out.
THEN, I got a Facebook message from another guy I went to high school with. He always sort of had a thing for me – and every single other girl he ever met. He was the football player “playa” type and “[didn't] measure penis size in inches but decibels of how loud it makes you scream.” He went a little out of character in this message and said, “if you’d like, I’d like to go for a walk and talk. Or sit poolside and do the same. I’ve always wanted to talk to you, just about nothing really.” Hm… I told him I’d see what my schedule was like.
Next (another one?!), I got a Facebook message from a guy I dated briefly two summers ago – a gorgeous Persian model who I never slept with but probably should have. Probably the hottest person I’ve ever kissed. Seriously. Stunning. And we always had great banter, too! I’m really excited to go to dinner with him. It will be nice to at least catch up, if not more…
But just when I thought Blast from the Past Week was over…
Went out with D last night and we were silly tipsy all over town. At 1:30, my phone beeped and I opened my drunken eyes wide enough to see a text from a frat guy I had sex with once last summer. Mind you, that was not just some beer-infused one night stand. I think he genuinely liked me and we’d hung out a few times before the actual sex happened. But with me working and going to school full-time, and him being in a major that allowed for little freedom (people in his field at school are known for sleeping in their academic building), we just couldn’t get together again.
I was surprised to see the text. But also drunk. So, even though I wanted to hang out with him, by the time he was done DDing for his friends, I was already passed out on D’s couch.
OH AND!
On the way to D’s house, we (being incredibly intoxicated) started talking to these guys who we saw walking across the street. All of a sudden, we realized we knew one of them – Douchebag, as D calls him, or Mr. Camaro, as I used to call him. I had met him at a party and we’d made out a few times at various house parties, but in the end, he DID prove himself to be a douchebag and I let it go. Not to mention, I think every one of his friends has hooked up with/has a history with one of my friends, so it’s good not to show up anywhere where they are. Verrrrry strange to run into him.
Hoping no one else appears in my life right now. Five flashbacks are quite enough!
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