Ah, the college life. You get to forget about all your high school drama and start realizing how hard college is going to be and how much lack of sleep you'll get. But the women, well, it gets better.
If you've followed each chapter in an orderly fashion, you'll understand when I mention that party where I got drunk and searched for sugar on the cupboards.
Yes, I met someone else that night. Obviously, I didn't remember because of how hungover I was the next morning, but I will tell you this-- she appeared before me one day at the college.
It was weird having to share a class with your own mother, but that's what I was doing my year of college at CWC. I had taken a Philosophy course and it just so happens that that year, Mother was also taking college courses. So I shared the classroom with her, and unbeknownst to me, that best friend I was telling you about? The one I met through Lady V at that party? Well, he was in that class too. This was the beginning of a great friendship...but before I get carried away, let me explain.
One great thing about that community college...well, it was the community. They were very united, and there was this little room by one of the halls that housed a very specific group of people: the international students. It was a great place for a little get-together; and this is where I officially met her.
At first, it took me a while to realize why she seemed familiar to me. Then I remembered, or at least, fragments of that drunk night came back to me, and I realized I had seen her at the party. We formally introduced one another and sooner than later we started hanging out. She knew Mother because of the International Student Group and the fact that they both spoke Spanish.
We started hanging out and all of a sudden, I realized what a nice, easy-going, honest person she was.
I would help her with her papers, and she would help me with advice on women. It was a great time, and as time flew by, we grew stronger as friends. I graduated and ended up moving to Fort Collins. She hadn't graduated yet but would sometimes visit, and I visited Wyoming back. Our friendship grew, and I was happy for her when I heard news of her getting engaged, and then time flew by again and I was at her wedding.
Then she moved and all of a sudden we seemed to grow apart. Work and studies got us both real busy and we stopped talking as often as we used to.
But once in a while we would wish each other a Merry Christmas or a Happy New Year, or a Happy Birthday. Once in a while she would come and visit again and we would meet in Old Town (back when I was still drinking) and we would hit the bars, have a good time in Fort Collins.
But then she moved even further. And like always, I am never good with long distance. I get too caught up in my own life that I get busy and I forget.
We both then went through hard times, and once in a while we would catch each other in Facebook chat and we would talk about it. We would catch up with one another.
The great thing about these little chats is that despite not talking like we used to, or even seeing each other, the small talks felt like we were still as strong friends as always.
This is why she's still in my life. This is why I know I can reach her out for advice.
This is why she's one of my strongest friends, despite the distance, nothing could tear this friendship apart.
If you've followed each chapter in an orderly fashion, you'll understand when I mention that party where I got drunk and searched for sugar on the cupboards.
Yes, I met someone else that night. Obviously, I didn't remember because of how hungover I was the next morning, but I will tell you this-- she appeared before me one day at the college.
It was weird having to share a class with your own mother, but that's what I was doing my year of college at CWC. I had taken a Philosophy course and it just so happens that that year, Mother was also taking college courses. So I shared the classroom with her, and unbeknownst to me, that best friend I was telling you about? The one I met through Lady V at that party? Well, he was in that class too. This was the beginning of a great friendship...but before I get carried away, let me explain.
One great thing about that community college...well, it was the community. They were very united, and there was this little room by one of the halls that housed a very specific group of people: the international students. It was a great place for a little get-together; and this is where I officially met her.
At first, it took me a while to realize why she seemed familiar to me. Then I remembered, or at least, fragments of that drunk night came back to me, and I realized I had seen her at the party. We formally introduced one another and sooner than later we started hanging out. She knew Mother because of the International Student Group and the fact that they both spoke Spanish.
We started hanging out and all of a sudden, I realized what a nice, easy-going, honest person she was.
I would help her with her papers, and she would help me with advice on women. It was a great time, and as time flew by, we grew stronger as friends. I graduated and ended up moving to Fort Collins. She hadn't graduated yet but would sometimes visit, and I visited Wyoming back. Our friendship grew, and I was happy for her when I heard news of her getting engaged, and then time flew by again and I was at her wedding.
Then she moved and all of a sudden we seemed to grow apart. Work and studies got us both real busy and we stopped talking as often as we used to.
But once in a while we would wish each other a Merry Christmas or a Happy New Year, or a Happy Birthday. Once in a while she would come and visit again and we would meet in Old Town (back when I was still drinking) and we would hit the bars, have a good time in Fort Collins.
But then she moved even further. And like always, I am never good with long distance. I get too caught up in my own life that I get busy and I forget.
We both then went through hard times, and once in a while we would catch each other in Facebook chat and we would talk about it. We would catch up with one another.
The great thing about these little chats is that despite not talking like we used to, or even seeing each other, the small talks felt like we were still as strong friends as always.
This is why she's still in my life. This is why I know I can reach her out for advice.
This is why she's one of my strongest friends, despite the distance, nothing could tear this friendship apart.
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