It’s long but I love a good back story.
All through my high school years I had a lot of friends. Not just acquaintances but life long friends and mostly girls I might add. Being a bit of a mummy’s boy growing up, I always found it an extremely easy task to talk to women then I did men. This resulted in me floating between tight nit groups; mostly girls, befriending nearly anyone I could.
I copped a fair bit of ridicule for this daily. Getting called gay, a faggot and what ever other “original” name they could come up with to try and hurt me. But I didn’t care, I was playing the long game not the short.
We graduated high school and although most of the girls sort of split from my main group of friends, the boys seemed to it hold together. Drinking, partying and hanging out was a frequent and regular occurrence on the weekends and this is where the girls in high school; from other social groups, noticed a vacancy due to original girls departing. They promptly asked if they could join in on our house party’s, in which we quickly obliged, growing our parting notoriety even further.