[M]y Long Walk to Fuck a New [F]riend

When I was in college, my friend’s girlfriend (and her roommates) used to throw parties. They all lived in a relatively small college town that I would go visit, but she lived on the edge of the city, while my friends pretty much lived downtown. I don’t remember exactly how far, but I’d guess about 2 miles. Not the worst hike, but not something you’d necessarily ***want*** to do.

We still weren’t old enough to go to the bars, so these house parties were pretty much the best thing available. And since we were pretty young and in college, we didn’t have much money for cabs. So if one of these parties happened to be happening 2 miles away, that’s just the price you had to pay.

Around this time, I was pretty much always carrying a backpack with me. We could bring our alcohol that way. I would always have my phone charger and any other thing I may need for that night too. It was just convenient. And since some of these parties were happening at my buddy’s girlfriends house, I was always able to stash it someplace safe.

I Hooked Up With [M]y Ex-Girlfriends [F]riend

A couple of years ago, I was in a weird spot romantically. I had dated this girl for about 3 years and it took me a while to fully get over her. While we were dating, I had become very close with her family and her friends, to the point where I could go to her house and hang out as if it were my own family even if she wasn’t around. Her friends had become my friends (guys and girls) and I would hang out them even if she was not with us.

When we broke up, I, of course, didn’t hang out at her house anymore, but I was still pretty close friends with her sister and their friends. There were no hard feelings about any of it. It wasn’t like we had a custody hearing over who got which friends.

By the time that this story happened, my ex and I had been split up for maybe a year, but I still felt like it wasn’t over (it was) and I had already hooked up with one of her other friends by this point and felt bad about it (I’ll tell that story another time). This time though, it happened so unexpectedly, I barely even had time to process what was happening. So enough backstory, let’s just jump into it.