- ‘The Senior Skip Day Party When I was 18’
My Senior year of high school I went to senior skip day. All the seniors went to the beach that day and I went too. I was drinking a decent amount.
Then I decided to walk up to as many girls I could think of and start flirting with them and asking for their numbers or something. Pretty much all of them rejected me.
One of the girls who I had known from my chemistry class, asked me if I had actually drank any liquor because she was confused why I was so energetic despite if I had drank alcohol.
I didn’t really drink much to notice any effect and I think it might have been the SSRIs I was on, or I just simply have a high tolerance to alcohol no matter what.
One of my friends at the beach was amazed at how I was so brave enough to try and pick up all the girls I talked to — I think I talked to like 5 or 10 there.
Looking back on it, it was quite brave, considering most of the women I had gone to school with for many years. I say that because this kind of behavior is usually something you do at a bar or random party where no one knows anyone so you have the best shot. All the girls probably already knew I was a somewhat unique kid lol which hurt my chances.
I basically tarnished myreputationn doing all this, but it doesn’t matter cause I barely keep in touch with anyone from high school anymore lol.
That’s not the end though. After the beach everyone drove to one of the senior’s house at night.
I remember getting a ride there and immediately one guy who I knew from childhood in football and lacrosse and many classes in school offered me some fireball ( a liquor ). I liked fireball, it was like cinnamon whisky.
I start getting a feel for the environment. You had the stoners camped in a tent sitting around smoking. And then around there were many other kids standing around talking, drinking, and listening to music.
Long story short, the neighbors called the cops because they complained about the noise.
We all got busted and a bunch of cops showed up and made us stand still and answer questions.
I sensed that the cops were ‘forgiving’ and understood how us teens were just innocently having fun. So I decided to talk to a cop as if I was running a social experiment or something. I think I made small talk lol asking him random questions like if he ‘liked being a cop’ or something.
When I was talking to him, many girls told me to shut up but I didn’t care.
Oh and before that, I had told a girl at the party, who I knew as an acquaintance for many years prior, that she had big breasts. She was speechless and somewhat embarassed.
After that, the party was over and I started walking home pretty tipsy. I knocked on random neighbors’ doors and asked for food or just to make small talk.
Then a neighbor called the cops on me and my brother picked me up. I do pretty outlandish things when I drink a lot.
2. ‘The First Time I got Wasted.’
The first time I got wasted, or, extremely drunk was sophomore or junior year, so I was 15 or 16, and it was 2015 or 2016.
I had a friend from Football and Lacrosse who had a very wealthy family. They basically lived in a mansion, in the biggest house in the neighborhood.
He picked me up in his car with another white dude. They were blasting country music the ride to his house.
We get to his house and start chilling in his basement. We knew from the start that the plan was to get as drunk as possible.
So me and the guy ( who lived in the house ) went to the sauna, then he gave me a bottle of hard vodka. I took like 4 shots and he did too.
Then more people showed up. All of them had juuls and put them on a table. All of us are drinking nonstop and doing random shit and basically running around. I kept drinking and ripping people’s juul.
I remember getting so drunk that when I think back on it it seems like I was fading in and out of consciousness. I just remember I literally came on to a guy from my robotics class. As in, telling him that he was really hot, and he laughed I think. Then I threw up on the floor on the way to the bathroom, and around the toilet.
The next morning of course was bittersweet. It was bittersweet because I remembered how fun the night before was, and unfortunately it was over and now it’s back to reality. The guy who lived in the house was really understanding and didn’t complain about the throw up. I had breakfast and went home lol.
3. “My first party”
In freshman, sophomore, or junior year I went to my first party. The guy from the previous story who lived in the wealthy family was there. The guy who was hosting it at his house I knew from football.
So I show up to the guy’s house and it’s me and the two other dudes.
The hosting guy was obsessed with Blue Mountain State so he was playing a marathon of it or something.
Then we all decided we needed more people. I called all my contacts and none of them showed up. The guy hosting had no one show up. The guy from the rich house got two girls to show up. One of them was lesbian and the other one was eccentric.
The whole night we were drinking and listening to fetty wap’s song ‘679’ on repeat.
Even though I wasn’t attracted to the girls, I was desperate for any love at the time. I kept debating in my mind if I actually was attracted to these girls. It got to the point where I started catching feelings even though I wasn’t attracted to them and they really didn’t pay much attention to me.
Then the wealthy dude sat in a corner and was looking sad eating a ice cream sandwich.
I think that was it. I just found it funny how I kept trying to force myself to like the women and flirt with them, when all the times I was ‘coming on’ to them, my body was rejecting it internally lol.
4. I also went to another party in high school. I remember showing up and things were chill. I got a feel for the environment and noticed a guy I knew from wrestling who was taking to a girl on the couch. I believe they dated before but were on the fritz. The guy was talking to her then got up and walked away. I think he was giving up on trying to have a relationship with her.
So then I tried to shoot my own shot. I sat next to her and flirted with her somewhat. She was uninterested and eventually gave me the cold shoulder and walked away.
Then in some way or another I got ahold of someone’s juul at the party and hit it. I immediately got a rush of energy and motivation. I again went back to the girl and kept trying to get something going with her. She rejected me again.
Then I hit the juul and tried with her again. I did this loop over and over again for an hour or so. It never worked and she kept rejecting me. I remember her asking me questions about why I was trying to pursue a relationship with her.
I just find this funny how if in a different universe, if there was no juul around, I would have shot my shot with her once, gotten rejected, then gave up and moved on. But nicotine made me do things I normally wouldn’t do.
Oh yeah and one of my buddies from biology was coerced for an hour to take a hit of a dab cart. He finally gave in and questioned why people like it so much.
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