Alaska's Adventures As A Single Lady Part One

"I am not afraid to keep on living,
I am not afraid to walk this world alone..."
-My Chemical Romance

In order for me to properly explain my adventures as a single lady, I must explain the experience of before.

When I was 17, I met this guy (oh, we'll call him Joe Schmoe again). He was a friend of my best friend's boyfriend. We were obviously interested in each other. Fast forward six months (I could write, and am in the process of writing, a 300 page novel about it), we're moved in together and engaged. Last Summer, we took a break and both slept with people. I forgave him, he never forgave me. Another month and I was pregnant. I lost the baby and everything spiraled down from there. He left me, but we weren't broken up. We were in a perpetual state of being exclusive, but not being a couple. Then, he brought to light that he had been sleeping around with other women.

And this is how my summer began. The next day, I went into work sick as a dog. So sick, in fact, that I had to leave work. I left work and met up with my friend Bella, who said that she would take me out that night. That was the day (yes, the day right after I found out Joe had been sleeping around) that admissions at UNC had emailed me, telling me I had been accepted. This was my beginning and will be my longest Single Lady adventure.

Bella had advised me to not talk to Joe too much. So, I let him know I had been accepted, we agreed to just be friends, and I didn't talk to him much for the next five hours. In those five hours, he had changed his facebook picture to a picture of the two of us, wrote a few statuses about how sad he was that he messed everything up, and texted me five times (which is more attention than I'd ever gotten in our relationship).

We went over to our friend's house and I drank tequila and champagne. Well, I'm a light weight. So I was happy-buzzed before we left to go to the Billiards Hall we frequent. Inviting all of our friends, we partied and I kissed some guys (and Bella). More information on the people I kissed later. In any event, I felt so very liberated and free and like nothing could stop me. And in my drunken blunder, I was right.

From there, a group of us went to Bella's work (a 24-hour diner) and we ate. Well, at this point, I texted Joe back, who was absolutely convinced that I had been with other dudes. My only regret about that night is that I didn't point out that it was no longer his business and I can do whatever I damn well want. We were just friends and I did not have to divulge any information to him whatsoever. None. This, I did not do until the next day.

I kissed four people (including Bella) that night. (1) My friend who supplied me with tequila. (2) Some guy I had just met who, by the way, ended up dating my roomie. (3) Bella. And (4) another one of my guy friends. After that night, my summer was on fire (sadly, that does mean literally as well).

The next day, Joe and I had a not-so-pleasant conversation about saying goodbye. He never told me what he did that night, but I finally fessed up to kissing some people. He got mad, I called him a (pardon my french) "fucking hypocrite".

And that story will be continued tomorrow.

Until Then, I leave you with hope that you are having a fantastic adventure of your own.

Peace out, Girl Scouts,

Alaska