I’ve been thinking about an encounter a lot lately. The full picture doesn’t paint me in the best light, but maybe sharing will get it out of my system. The story is true, everything that I type actually happened. I’ve changed some things around, minor things for editorial’s sake, major (but not story/“truth” altering) things to preserve my anonymity as best as possible. But, for anyone craving details, this takes place years ago, in the south east.
I don’t entirely remember exactly how I met her. I think it might have been through a mutual friend, maybe I was out at a bar with my friends and we bumped into each other. What I do know is that my long distance (now ex) girlfriend was not there. Maybe that’s obvious, given the long distance title, but it’s an important detail none the less.
But this isn’t the story of how we met, this is the story of our last night. The week before my girlfriend was moving to my city.