One problem with blogging for over six years is that I’ve totally run out of original stories to tell and am not making new stories fast enough. So I occasionally recycle and just hope that I have enough new readers who’ve never read these stories.
Will at Be the Boy wrote about excuses for staying home, and #4 was something about being too drunk to drive to work because he’d been composing an email to the girl he liked. That reminded me of the second time (my) Will and I hooked up.
I’d stayed over once, a mostly-chaste encounter that left both of us embarrassed and avoiding each other. Three or four days later Will and our friend Adrian showed up at my room, shitfaced and looking for cigarettes. I invited them in and gave them smokes, and after a little while Adrian went to the water fountain down the hall and never came back. Turned out he was Will’s wingman that night. Will needed the liquid courage (in the form, if I am not mistaken, of PBR) to come tell me he’d like to make out and fall asleep together again.
All together now: awwwwwww!
(P.S. Will Betheboy also married the girl in the story.)