It all started one summer
Nothing had ever made me feel so free than graduation from High School and knowing I would be long gone after the summer. Partying was my one and only hobby, hangovers a habit and random hookups became (and still are) a guilty pleasure. Although my Little Black List (LBL) has increased over the years, I remember the rush I felt as it grew from 3 to 4 to 5..then back to number 4 again, and then 6. Hooked up at home and abroad with a hottie or two, never sober of course. But somewhere in between I got caught up in somewhat of an online, Skype every night, drunk dialing love. Of course I knew the dude in person, I'm not THAT pathetic. But it only went downhill from there, because inexperienced me thought he would be my college love. Oh silly me, to think back...the things we said, the staying up till 4am just staring at each other EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW...so unbetchy of me. The stories with @Fucker as we will call him, began that one summer after grad. In the Summer of 09 my major weakness, my guiltiest pleasure began: my douche / shady ass bro obsession. @Fucker how I love to hate you.