Please be patient since this story is a little lengthy, but I think you’ll like it.
It begins with me crying in bed at home by myself about the guy who just destroyed my heart. I had just gone through a difficult breakup, and I was having a hard time adjusting. He cheated on me with a slut he hardly knew, and when I asked him why, he said it was because she was more exciting in bed than I was. I shouldn’t have let it bother me as much, but I couldn’t stop thinking that because I wasn’t more sexually adventurous, I was to blame for his infidelity.
I got out of bed, had a shower, and then changed back into my sleepwear before heading over to my closest friend’s place for a movie and wine night with the girls. When I arrived, my best friends Macy and Lacey (yes, those are their real names, yes, I know it sounds like they’re teenage twins from some early 2000s Disney Movie) decided that we were going for a night out on the town, to hit up some bars and clubs and get white girl wasted. The night was supposed to be spent watching spooky movies, laughing with my friends, and getting extremely drunk on cheap wine (college budget). I tried to give the girls an out by saying that I wasn’t dressed for going out, but it was futile as they were really insistent. Even though I didn’t feel like going out, I couldn’t say no because it was Lacey’s birthday.