Well, here I am. A 25 year old Ginger Virgin.
A lot has happened since I graduated college and my life continues to function as organized chaos.
So here are the stats: Single, 6 ex boyfriends (2 of whom are now gay and 2 others are engaged). Last relationship 2 months ago.
So why this blog? Why now? Well, I have recently found out that the boy I broke up with in June 2009 is now engaged to another woman and my most recent ex is currently dating a 22 year old ginger. He has most recently convinced her to quit her job.
This will be the story of my life; the struggle, the excitement, and the organized chaos.
NEW YEARS DAY 2010. I was stumbling out of a bar at 2am with my 2 brothers and their fiances and my brothers hot friend who I did not make out with at midnight. I had given my number to a firefighter but because I couldn't remember what he looked like I decided not to call him back when he called the next day.
Funny how things change. A year ago I had driven to Florida to meet a gorgeous man who I made out with at midnight and would end up dating for 6 months. (Oh yes, he is the one that is now engaged to someone else.)
I ended up nursing a vicious hangover until 3pm that day and around 7 I received a phone call from a friend who wanted to drink again. We met at 10 for drinks at a great Irish pub which was sure to contain hot single men. The bar was nearly empty...
Around 11pm our waitress comes over, sets down 2 Miller Lights and tells us that the two men across the bar have bought us drinks. In a classic who-done-it? scenario my friend and I look eagerly across the bar. "Him?" we anxiously point to the hot guys. "No those two over there." "Them?" again we point to another set of hot guys. Again we were wrong. What we were to find out is a round black man with freckles wearing a backwards hat and a thin poorly aging white man with a brown bowl hair cut were our admirers. Their attempts at conversation were painful but we were polite and thanked them for the beers, but informed them our male friends were on their way and gladly they showed up.
I'm 25 and a man from across the bar bought my first drink. I laughed thinking to myself how this only happens in the movies. Only, unlike the movies the guy wasn't Will Smith or Bradly Cooper.
