I guess I could back up even further to Fort Collins or Boulder, and entertain you with stories of dating while in college. Although I really don’t count random fraternity guys buying me nachos and a Presidente Margarita at Chili’s “dating”…even if said frat guy did happen to pick me up at the Kappa house and we sat at a table for two. So I’ll just begin (from what I can remember) with my post-collegiate stories. I’m pretty sure I’ll remember the disasters better than the semi-good dates. Let the games begin…
What I do remember from dating in my early 20s was how random I was. If a seemingly nice guy was interested in me, I wasn’t interested in him. If a totally unavailable and inappropriately young guy wasn’t interested in me at all…boy was I chasing after that! So here are a few notes from what I can recall:
**I was encouraged not to date anyone affiliated with the professional sports team I worked for. Who do you think my main targets were???
**If you tell your boyfriend (and I use that term very loosely) where to park in downtown Denver, you should also try to remember where that not-so-secret location is at 2am. It’s also not advised to chase tequila shots with several Rio margs. Bad night.
**Even if your boyfriend drives a Jeep, when the authorities say to stay off the roads, stay off the roads. Otherwise you will be snowed in with someone you really didn’t really want to spend all that much time with, even if he is your boyfriend. Lesson learned the hard way!
**Massachusetts accents are cute when you live in Denver. But, that doesn't mean you should date someone just because of their accent. Unless they are English...
I'll add more stories as they come to mind. Apparently the alcohol has in fact impaired my memory. Go figure!
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