The Overnight (Douche) Bag

Oh college. The place where so many memories are made. Good, bad and in between. The place where you learn that dating is fun and making out is more fun. Ok let’s face it. You didn’t date in college. You watched movies in each others dorm rooms or horrendous “apartments” or frat houses. And by watched movies I mean made out.
For example: College terminology 101:

Guy: Hey girl wanna go grab some dinner tonight?

Me: Sure

Guy: Cool I figured Wendy’s was close so does that sound good to you?

Me: (In my head) Well he likes me so I guess that’s cool. Actual Answer: Sure I love Wendy’s.

STUPID!

This leads me to the many memories of doing stupid things and dating stupid guys and realizing that maybe the past is meant to be in the past. This story begins with my Junior year in college. I was a terror. I managed to be a straight A student, but I also managed to show up to class hung over 80 percent of the time. This wasn’t just Monday morning class. This was Wednesday, Thursday, Friday class because of course every bar within a couple miles radius of campus had some ridiculous college night special. Tuesday night karaoke, dollar you call its, Wednesday night beer pong, Thursday night college night (bring your fake id) Ect. I was a participant at the majority of these events and this lead to me meeting a lot of boys. Notice here the term boys. Also, one of the biggest pay offs of being on the college dance team was traveling to these bars with very attractive dance team members who also in turn attracted very attractive college athletes. I believe this is the start of my addiction with athletes. I’m a sucker for them and I must say they were also partial to me. It happens what can I say?

A particular bar was quite popular at my campus because it was conveniently located across the street and it was also a convenient drunk walk home and it was also a convenient place to use your fake id. The bouncers knew we were underage and didn’t really care. Therefore I, along with the rest of the campus spent the majority of our time here. It was like Cheers. Everybody knew your name, or at least they knew you (me) as the cute mixed girl on the dance team. All of the college athletes would hang out here, whether they were drinking or not. So where the athletes were so was the dance team.

I was seeing a couple guys at this point but nothing was particularly off limits. I was bold. I may make out with one guy at the beginning of the night and move on to another cute one at the end of the night. Somehow, I got away with a lot of this behavior. It still baffles but I am pretty sly. I became partial to one of the guys on the soccer team. Ok let’s make that two. I was regularly hanging out with one, but I was making out with another on occasion. We would see each other at this bar and he would push me into the girls bathroom for a drunken make out session. You see the girls bathroom was only one stall and locked. Therefore duh, being a 19 year old college student, this seemed like a brilliant plan. These shenanigans went on for a couple months until I started becoming serious with the other soccer player who took it upon himself to let soccer player number two know that he was dating me on the regular and to stay away from me. Of course I had no idea that this conversation had taken place and wondered why number 2 had all of sudden cut off all contact with me. I obviously didn’t care because by this point number one had taken up all of my time and interest. I graduated the next year, and went on my way moving to the lovely city of LA. ( ha ha lovely, pa) Soccer player number one and I were together for a long while until the city tore us apart. (please see the introduction to this blog if you would like a refresher on that story!)

Fast forward to a couple years ago.

I spent a lot of my time traveling back and forth from LA to Denver to visit family and friends. And of course being the social person that I am would frequent the bar scene. I would run into people from college here and there and give the friendly hi how are you, let’s get a drink, remember when… One particular night I was with a couple friends who I was really excited to see. We had joked about how I needed to find a cute guy to have fun with but let’s face it most of the guys I usually meet out are less than impressive. My friends and I were being stupid and crazy as usual dancing around at one of our favorite bars. I ended up knowing a lot of people from college that night so it was a good vibe. I looked at a guy who was very much my type and actually looked familiar but I couldn’t really recall how I would know him. I tend to get people that I have met mixed up. Can’t remember if I met them in LA or Denver. I glanced over a couple more times but couldn’t figure it out so I left it. After about an hour of us stealing glances at each other he walked over to me and I said “wow, you look so familiar. Have I met you?” He goes, I think I know exactly who you are. Really, I said.
Yea, he said. Do you remember the girls bathroom at (our college)
I FREAKED out!
I couldn’t believe it. I hadn’t seen this guy in like 4 years. I even had forgotten his name for a second. Let’s just say by the end of the night I felt like I was in college all over again because we were making out in the corner of the bar (Stupid) and somehow I ended up at his house. (Get your heads out of the gutter…I kept my clothes on the whole time!) The next day he asked me when I was moving back from LA and I said not anytime soon. He seemed really disappointed and I was pleasantly surprised by his reaction. We kept in touch over facebook (romantic I know) and he would always ask me when I would be coming home to visit. I was intrigued. I was really attracted to him so that was a good feeling. I was excited to talk to him and that doesn’t happen often at all for me.
The next time I came into town I saw him again out and pretty much the same thing happened. I started to notice things about him though. I noticed that girls would fall all over him and that’s fine but that’s not me. I would have to go meet him places. He would never come to me, but I guess I really didn’t care because its not like I lived there. It was a bit of a disappointment though because he always sounded like he wanted to see me but then I had to put in most of the effort for us to get together. Either way I hung out with him, made out with him, and then got back on the plane to come home.

The third time I came into town, we made plans to hang out, but when he was supposed to call he didn’t. Typical. I still had hope for him though because I figured it was a bit of fate that I had run into this guy that I had had no contact with for four years and we had hit it off again. (Dumb) So because he didn’t call I went out with my sister. The end of the night was quickly approaching and we decided to head out. We were walking to the car when lo and behold I see him holding a girls hand walking down the street. He almost ran right into me. I yelled Hi in his face and he turned a ghostly white, turned to me and then turned away quickly and kept walking. I wasn’t surprised. Needless to say I didn’t call him and I got a message from him the next day asking how I was. Haa haa good try a-hole. I knew he felt stupid but he was too good to acknowledge our run in on the street.

Fourth time…Im in town the whole thing happens again. I see him out. He’s excited to see me, he asks if I want to come over. I say sure whatever. I go outside to say goodbye to my friend and notice he is taking forever to leave the bar. Really? What girl are you talking to? I mean I don’t really care because I’m going to hop on a plane in two days, but seriously call that girl when I leave. This is how much I care about him, people. I really just liked his face and his body. We finally get in a cab to go to his place and his phone is blowing up the whole time. I mean I knew what I was getting myself into so yes you can’t feel that bad for me, but at least when I’m trying to hang out with one guy for the night I put my phone on silent. Either way we get to his house and his roommates are excited to see me as always…ranting and raving behind his back about how much he likes me. How flattering. With that I made my way to his room and he soon followed. Yes, making out did happen but not much more because for some reason there were a lot of people in his house that night and it just felt weird. I stopped him and he went out to talk to his roommates while I tried to get half way presentable when all of a sudden his door opens and a girl walks in with an overnight bag. She looked up and saw me sitting on his bed and immediately screamed his name at the top of her lungs. I jumped up out of the bed and asked her stumbling over my words if they were together. She said yes and then just slammed his bathroom door in my face and said she was going to change into her pj’s. Wow! Really? I mean they must be serious if this girl just walks into his house unannounced with her overnight bag ready to spend the night. By this point I was gathering my things and frantically calling my friend to come and get me NOW!! She said she was on her way and I waited impatiently in his room wondering what the hell just happened to me. Then he walks in the room shuts the door and says, “What the hell just happened? I was like “um what the f?!! You tell me!” He was like what did she say to you. I said, nothing, she just slammed the door in my face and said she was going to change and said you guys were together. I told him I was leaving and he begged me to stay. He said she was crazy and that he didn’t invite her over at all. I’m like I don’t give an F! Obviously if this girl is comfortable enough to walk up in your room with her nighty bag you guys are doing more than just talking on the phone. What a douche! He kept begging me until this stupid girl walks in the room and asks him what’s going on. Then he just gets silent and looks at both of us with huge frantic eyes. I stormed out of the room and waited in the living room holding my breathe for every freakin second that my friend wasn’t there. Shortly after, they come storming out of the bedroom, him coming towards me and her trying to grab him and pull him back into the bedroom. He was giving me the, “please stay eyes” I was giving him the, “don’t you even try to touch me eyes,” and she was giving him the “I’m a desperate whore eyes.” His roommate then proceeds to pick me up and tells me that I’m not the one who should be leaving. I pleaded with him to put me down and stop talking. My guy is just standing there like a little two year old watching this whole thing happen. It seemed like this was lasting hours when it was only about 15 minutes until my friend got there. Thank God for her. She knows who she is! She saved me and from that day forward I vowed to never ever be the college girl…who wasn’t in college anymore. Stupid Stupid….As for him he hasn’t talked to me since. I was glad though that I’m the one who left. The one who refused to be the begging late night whore who couldn’t leave this guy who had another girl in his bed when she showed up. Happy Valentine’s Day. Wasn’t that romantic?