It might seem like a lot to remember all at once, but I promise, you don’t need to remember any of these particular names: Khloe, Abbi, Anita, Ella, Erick, James, Kyle and, of course … me.
The EIGHT of us were mutual friends and all, as fate would have it, were recently single. It was one of those unexplainable phenomenons when one person in a close knit group of friends goes through a breakup and suddenly, everyone questions everything, everyone gets anxious, and all parties start freaking out. Before you know it, it’s a ripple effect, the dominos didn’t stop falling until all eight of us were single.
Khloe was the one to suggest AirBNBing a cabin for a very long weekend. We all coordinated dates, some of us took time off from work, we emailed grocery lists, figured out who was bringing and who was cooking what and pretty soon, the ball started rolling. This was actually happening. The eight of us, alone, in a house for the first time basically since college.