What Was I Thinking?

Once upon a time I had a crappy boyfriend. I broke up with him. After 2.5 years. Finally. Over the next 6 months I dated a different guy every month. I met them all in different ways. One I dated in middle school and another I met at school. The last one I met on MySpace. No joke.


What was I thinking?


He had just gotten out of the Marines and had a million dollar smile. He was also a few years older than me. This was appealing since I tended to date guys younger than me. He also drove a Firebird. I had a thing for sports cars. We met at a bar. I was there with friends, thankfully, so I didn't meet him alone. He was cute in person. It was super awkward.


What was I thinking?


A week later I agreed to go to Austin with him. Austin is a 4 hours drive from my hometown. He listened to music I didn't like. We stayed at a cool duplex of some guy he knew. I slept on the couch and he really wanted to cuddle. I made him sleep with his head on the opposite end of the couch from mine.


What was I thinking?


He took me to dinner at a really fancy restaurant. He made me try red wine. I wasn't 21 yet. I didn't like it. I felt really overwhelmed by the whole thing. He really liked me. I could tell. It kinda freaked me out. I had to finally point-blank tell him I wasn't interested and that he was coming on too strong. I hurt his ego a bit. We had another night to stay before we could come home. Awkward.


What was I thinking?


My very good friend Bethany was living in Austin. We met up with her and went to some bar. We ordered drinks and weren't carded. I really needed a drink. Bethany and I got the guy to stay at a different friend's apartment so she could sleep on the couch with me. I couldn't sleep on that couch with him again. I had to ride in the car for 4 hours the next day with him, though. We didn't talk much.


What was I thinking?


Thankfully I met Brian less than a month later. And I didn't meet him on MySpace or in a bar. A part of me is glad I had those crazy experiences in those 6 months. Another part of me can't believe what I did. Usually I have good judgment. And yes, I could probably scrounge up some more "What was I thinking?" stories if I really wanted to, but isn't one enough??