I’m here to tell you that all those clichés you see in movies and television don’t come true. You don’t fall for the girl that’s been there all along and live happily ever after. Those magical, relationship-changing moments don’t happen, but I started this day out trapped in a cliché.
I woke up spooning Kara. Kara, clad in my ratty old Who shirt. I don’t know what possessed me, but I’m pretty sure I was still drunk. In fact, I’m positive I was still drunk, as the whole thing is hazy and blurred. I kissed her cheek, and then she rolled over and I kissed her hard on the lips.
I suddenly lost the humor in the situation. It was the first time in a long while I slept with somebody. Really truly slept with them, not just passed out next to them…and didn’t feel a total knot in the pit of my stomach. And after sleeping together, we slept together.
I have people constantly asking me what happens if I met a girl I liked. Well, what happens if I start to like a girl I already met during this, but doesn’t want to be in a relationship?
Kara and I have entirely too many things in common. We have the same taste in booze, music, movies, and humor. But we also have one pretty big similarity. The downward spirals and messed up headspace. We’re both out of relationships, and neither of us really wants it. Kara has been the cartoon devil on my shoulder pushing me to do this project, to sleep with as many girls as possible. I know this girl pretty well, well enough to know that just because it was nice, fun, and not guilt-inducting doesn’t mean we are going to let it happen again. We probably would just ignore it.
does she really count then since it’s sorta two girls?
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