I was in Key West this past weekend with 19 other girls for a bachelorette extravaganza. It was basically a three day bender, and I barely spent a moment awake without a drink in my hand. Days later, I am still recovering; the old gray mare, she ain’t what she used to be.
One of the nights, I met some lovely men from Holland who were nice, funny, and really attractive. I, on the other hand, looked as though I had got caught in the rain (which I had) and had been sweating enough to ensure that most of my makeup had run clear off my face. My hair does not take kindly to humid climates, and I had been dancing up a storm for most of the evening. I looked oh-so-lovely and desirable.
But these dudes didn’t seem to care, and we talked for awhile. Like… 4 hours! That’s an eternity in bar time. So we exchange email addresses, and I decided to be a straight up creep and request their friendship on Facebook. This is the message I received back:
I would like to know how you know me because on the pictures i don’t recognise you.. I have met an Erin lately but she doesn’t look like you :) Thanks in advance!
Oh boy. I must have looked even prettier in person than I had originally thought! I responded about who I was, and how he gave me his email, blah blah blah. No matter what I typed, it sounded really awkward and slightly desperate. So basically, it sounded JUST like me! We’ll see if he even replies…
Now if the guys I met the following night forget me, I’d be fine with that. In a drunken, apparently heated, argument over who was the best president to serve the US, I called one of them a “Florida cracker, whose mother smells of hot dog water.”
I’m just making friends all over the place, aren’t I?