I’m in my early twenties, my son is 2,3 years old and has started going with his dad on the weekends.

“Let’s go out”

“Is it a drunk or drunk drunk night?”

“Drunk Drunk”

Of course that’s what it was. Any time we hung out even has teens it was always a drunk drunk night. Honestly I liked it. We knew every bartender and bouncer that worked in our small mountain town bars. It’s grown it’s more like a city now, still no clubs though. It will be a while before there are any clubs. We got wild, we drank a lot but hardly had any drama. We were friends with the girls and protected by the guys- erm most the guys.

It’s the summer time, we have started going out every weekend. My best friend a beautiful Burnett, hair cut to her shoulders and blue eyes. She is small petite but has big boobs. Needless to say she gets a lot of attention. She acts like she is annoyed by it but she loves it. It feeds her drunk soul. She has two boys and a husband at home. They have been married since we were fresh out of highschool and if we are being honest here she hates him. The two of them shouldn’t have even continued after our teen years. It was an abusive relationship that just became comfortable.

She was out to get the D! I didn’t really judge the fact she was cheating, I saw so many bad things happen to her I just justified it. Later I found out it showed a color of her I didn’t want to believe was true. But that for a later story.

She first set eyes on a bartender who didn’t work there very long and she honestly never had a shot. He had a girlfriend with a baby on the way and you could tell he was there for the money not for the swarm of drunk girls throwing themselves at him. Couple of drunk night go by and our closet bouncer and another bet us at ihop. You know drunks and their pancakes it goes hand and hand. The bars close down everyone meets for breakfast.

We had a room near by and a passed out girl in one of them beds. The bouncer, attractive but not anymore because he clearly new it and was a tool. Well along to the room he came, my best friend gave him what he wanted.

She was my best friend, she was dealing with what she needed to in her own way. The Bouncer, that was the second or third guy she had slept with that summer. Hey we all have to live and do some dirt. Couple weeks later the Bouncer comes back with us again, after ghosting her for some weeks.

In the mean time I’m living my life two. I like the guys we don’t find at the bars. I go for the tattooed bad boys, prison history, the whole 9.

He was the scariest out of all of them, he at the time was my favorite hook up, and honestly the main hook up. He was always honest from what I knew but I felt comfortable. He smile could make any stuck up white girl melt. So for me with a soft spot for those ghetto boy he made me gush.

We had good sex, not to frequently. I think because he knew if it became more frequent he would catch feelings. We hooked up on and off for about a year and half. And every time we did. I would have anxiety after. I would stress so bad my best friend who have to calm me down telling me I was clean and I would just have to go get tested to make sure. EVERY SINGLE TIME.

….

A few months later when that bouncer came back with us. I had left the prison breaks and took home a bartender.

He was cute, for from the normal guy I’d be in too but he was always the sweetest. Out side the bar I said can I kiss you and he said yes. When we got back to the room it was like we had magnets on us we instantly started kissing. Unfortunately that chemistry didn’t last long. The sex was awkward and honestly end quickly. I chalked it up to being me cause I never just took someone back with me. That’s what my best friend did. Not me. I was no pro at this. We fell asleep and the next morning I split. I didn’t say anything, I left my shoes, bra and everything in the room and I left.

Sunday morning, early riser, the old churchy people get to watch me walk with my slept on braid with not shoes and no bra down the sidewalk. I make a few calls and get a pick up to get to my car. While I’m waiting about a block down on a stair case. Here comes bartender, all that goes through my mind is… Nope!

I run up the stair and hide in the bushes, while he walks by. I don’t want to say anything to him. That was the most awkward night of my life, but it was also a story that lived on for years later.

For months after that my best friend kind of disappeared. But we went out one last time.

And the bartender high fived me. Like okay, bye. I wish our story ended there. But I actually ended up really attracted to the dude and he seemed to be somewhat interested in me. So we played some stupid ass games for a while. He slowly came around as I lost interest…