Empty seat…

Another look back, this story takes place in 2004. Enjoy.

It was 11:30 pm on a Saturday night. People around me were drinking, playing beer pong, making out in the corner or challenging each other to see who could do the longest keg stand. At the ripe old age of 24 and eleven months, I was too old for these sophomorish shenanigans.

The party was at someone’s rented house that I kind of knew through a friend that was in a class with a boy that was cute by my friend’s standards. Said friend wanted to an excuse to check out her classmate with full on beer goggles with the hope that he’d have his beer goggles on as well. Then who knew what would happen to them. (I think she had their wedding planned before we had entered said party door.)

I’d ended up at the party to make sure that my friend didn’t do anything stupid and because I needed to get out of the lab/library/apartment. Me, I was incredibly happy with my laptop or a book. They didn’t spill libations on me or try to pet my hair or (and honestly this happened and there are witnesses) lift me off of the dance floor in a He-Man-esque type move.

And this night wasn’t much different. There was one gentleman that had started drinking early in the evening and anyone with a pair of breasts was his target. Thankfully, I was able to tell him that the cute guy sitting on the couch was my boyfriend and that I was off the market. I scooted my way to the couch, sat down and started talking to the light-brown haired guy with a huge smile, like I had been looking for him everywhere. Thankfully, this tactic worked because my liquor lothario was on his way to his next target and I started up a really great conversation.

I had no clue who I was chatting with but we started talking, trying to figure out how we’d been conned into going to this gathering. We found out that we had a lot in common and decided that the couch was probably the safest place to stay while our ‘friends’ were off getting their party on. We chatted for two and a half hours until my friend came out of the back of the house crying because in true party fashion, her crush had a girlfriend but didn’t disclose this information until after my friend and he decided to see how much they could recall from Anatomy 101.

That meant I would be making a quick exit, needing to console my friend and said good-bye to cute guy on the couch.

My friend left whining about how glad she’d never marry her crush and I left with the contact information for my future husband.

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