So the summer after I graduated high school
I went on a date with this guy who I had met at starbucks with my friend Kate who knew him and his buddy somehow. I thought the date went well, and he said he’d call me back and all that stuff.
Anyway, he never called me and he ACTUALLY ended up making out with the same friend who set us up THE DAY AFTER WE WENT OUT.
So after starting college I was at a frat party and ended up running into him. He looked at me and said, “WAIT. WAIT. I KNOW YOU. DON’T I… KATE??” and I said, “No, asshole, I’m not Kate.” and never saw him again after that.
Well, guess who added me on Facebook today? Did you remember my name all these years later, dirtbag and decided we need to be friends on Facebook??????
For shits and giggles I accepted. Dear lord, I can’t believe I ever even went on a DATE with someone who has a profile picture of him and his buddies pointing to a guy whose head is in the toilet vomiting at a frat party.
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