I was over dressed for a Thursday night, but I was young and didn’t think twice about blacking out on a weekday. It was my friend’s 22nd birthday, and I was heading to his girlfriend’s house for the pregame. I sat nervously in my roommate’s car, fidgeting as we got closer to our destination. I didn’t know what the night would bring… But I knew that copious amounts of alcohol would be consumed. I knew my ex would be there. I knew that I was falling for someone else and didn’t want to screw it up. But I also knew that I was a sucker for a blonde.
We pull up to the house and there were two maybe three cars parked out front. We got there early, but that was okay, I had been friends with the birthday boy and his girlfriend since high school. My ex would be there too, she was roommates with the birthday boy’s girlfriend. We had dated for a good portion of college, and had broken up months prior. It seemed like yesterday when I was helping this girl move into a swanky apartment in one of the biggest cities in the world. She was embarking on a new journey, while she continued her education at a private school back East. We didn’t think long distance would work, and the last time I saw her, she was crying in front of her new big city apartment.