Alison was and always will be the definition of the two week relationship. We met the day before my Junior year of college and I was all kinds of in lust with her, and then two weeks of 4am phone calls, hour-drives, and some pretty damn good oral sex, we were sick of each other. To be honest, I forget of her existence on an a pretty consistent basis. The only way I think of Alison is when I think about the small relationship I later found out she ruined in hindsight..then Facebook decided we should be friends, and she decided she wanted to grab a beer and chat.
When I got to the bar, I was greeted by an already tipsy Alison. She hugged me, and I’m pretty sure that this was the first time that ever happened. I got a sloppy kiss on the cheek that was essentially on the side of my lip. She bought me two shots, so I could “catch up”, I just joked that I thought thats what we were supposed to be doing…but just in the other kind of sense.
Ali was there with a couple friends who, within ten minutes, had all but vanished. I asked her vague questions, because I didn’t remember a whole lot about her other than her life-gaurding job and the fact that she was blonde and Irish. I didn’t forget the Irishness, but I did forget the freckles. So we did another shot..on her time. I have to say that I don’t entirely hate women trying to liquor me up and buying me free rounds. It’s the 2000s for Christ’s sake…at least for a few more weeks.
So yes, knowing me how well you know me by now dear reader, I got fairly tipsy on a Tuesday. In the middle of the bar, she just loudly asks, “Do you plan on kissing me, or what?” So I obliged the young lady, being the gentlemen I am. And we made out a little in the bar. And I really truly hate making out in public, and I’m pretty sure people were watching. After two minutes max, we cut it out and went back to talking.
Last call hit, and I (read: the bar) decided we should call it quits, and I walked her to the 6, and she let me finish my cigarette. ” I felt the need to ask if she wanted to do it again sometime. A beat. Then a sharp inhale and a, “well…”
Well, I just guess that was that and that that was fairly confusing.
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