My Bad

So…bad behavior. I’m kind of like Micki and Jillian in that I was a pretty good kid. I didn’t get into trouble, most of the time because I had my nose shoved in a book. In high school, when my friends weren’t at school I’d sit in the library. Not very exciting really.

College, as I’ve mentioned this whole month, was a completely different story. Oh, I still didn’t do bad things, but I did things that could be interpreted as bad. Like drinking 40s in the park after finals. My friend and I were so miserable about what we thought would be failing scores, we picked up a couple of 40 ounce beers, brownies, and popsicle and went to the park near the university. We drank and bemoaned our grades. Not too bad.

Then there was the night I went to another friend’s house. The three of us (two guys, one me), drank vodka, watched Fight Club, ate Skittles and jalapeno stuffed olives, and tried to form our own Fight Club. That plan didn’t work out when I utilized my fingernails. I was told, “There’s no scratching in Fight Club!”. Yeah, I thought that was a horrible call as well. Anyway, I slept with both boys that night. No, see what I mean about it could be interpreted the wrong way? We all slept in the same room. One in the bed, me in the computer chair, and I don’t remember where the other guy was…maybe on the floor?

The same friend who hosted the Fight Club/sleepover wanted to have a big bonfire party (we used to have a lot of those), but no one else showed up except for me. What did we do? Spent all night in the backyard drinking, talking, not-talking, and staring at the stars. Again, I spent the night with him but not in a sexual way.

In fact, I can say I slept with him three times…I think. Maybe four? Hell, I can’t remember. My after-hour college years are a blur, but we spent enough time together that people would think we had something more than friendship going on and yet we never held hands (unless we were wrestling or slapping at each other), never kissed (unless one of us was drunk and feeling all sentimental and saying “you’re my best friend!”), and we never slept together in a non-platonic sense.

So yeah, I was a good girl who may have seemed like a bad girl. And I really didn’t care, LOL