Since COVID started I’ve had plenty of time to think about fun experiences I’ve had, and I wanted to write about this one in particular.
I was home from college for winter break and a friend from high school was hosting a New Year’s party at his empty frat house at a nearby school. Normally I would be the last person to step inside a frat house for a party, but this was a very different occasion. Most of the people invited were close friends or friends of friends, that type of thing. Not a big event at all.
Well, the big night comes around and there’s a good amount of people. No strangers, just a lot of plus ones with plus ones. Everything is relatively normal, drinking, dancing, chatting, flirting. Lots and lots of flirting.
Despite my best efforts and good opportunities, I had never been the lucky recipient of a midnight kiss. I know, I’m quite the hopeless romantic. Minutes from midnight, I’m enjoying myself but seem to have run out of luck.