One of my very favorite things about blogging is becoming friends with women who are incredibly gifted storytellers. Sometimes when I’m too busy eating all of the Christmas cookies and hoarding my mother-in-law’s sweet and sour meatballs to write anything, I beg them to allow me to use their content so I can watch one more episode of The Walking Dead while my kids are out running around the farm.
My friend Stephanie from When Crazy Meets Exhaustion is one of those funny broads, and today I’m sharing her with you. Holy cow, did this post crack me up. If you’ve ever wasted time on a relationship that was obviously not going anywhere, you’ll appreciate how dumb Steph was in college, but not as much as her parents appreciate that she didn’t marry that douchecanoe.
Thanks, Steph, for sharing your goofy story with us!
He was so charming. Handsome. Ambitious. Fun.
<Insert lavish sigh and girlish giggles here>
On the heels of my first real break-up, I met Bryan.* We lived in the same dorm and despite my being a big bad Resident Assistant, he continued to underage drink in his room. He was the coooolest. One night after one too many Natty Lights, Bryan and his friends decided to carry each other through the dorm halls. It’s all fun and games until a pal with no spatial awareness smashes your face off the door frame. As blood oozed over his Abercrombie & Fitch collar, Bryan proclaimed he was a “GLADIATOR!” and proceeded to jump up and down on his bed, banging on his chest like a skinny King Kong.
Could it be? I was falling in love.
Read the tawdry tale of Stephanie’s young love, dumb college-kid style, by clicking HERE. When you’re done, you’ll want to look up your own “Bryan” on Facebook and see what happened to that person you loved and your parents hated. Comments have been disabled here, so holla at Steph over at her place today! When you’re done reading about breakfast burritos and Abercrombie and Fitch, follow her on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and Google+. Trust me, she’s worth stalking all over the internet.