Anyone who’s spent time with my best-y, James, knows that his drunk-self comes in two versions: Mr. I-just-want-to-dance can’t stand still, bounces along to music, and cracks jokes all night long and Mr. I-just-want-to-make-out has been responsible for many a good or bad decision. James is just the right balance of good looks, height, and utter lack of confidence when it comes to dating. He looks confident, walks confident, and then spends his entire evening trying to decide whether or not he can actually get the courage to talk to the cute guy that he spotted. I know what you are thinking, you are a James at heart or you know people that need to be reading this right now. If you agree with the latter, GET OFF YOUR LAZY BUTT AND HELP A FRIEND OUT. (I am just saying)
Anyways, James recently decided to grow a pair and put himself out there. He is on a rampage. The night we went out, we barely talked because he was so busy chasing boys. I felt like a trainer during a boxing fight. He would come back, get “hydrated”, we would strategize, and then he get right back into the game.
At first, I thought that James was just getting desperate for love, which would definitely not bode well with his potential suitors, so naturally I had an intervention. His response? “I just realized that I am never going to meet Mr. Right until I meet all the Mr. Wrongs. Plus, I am young and ambitious, the conversation could always lead to a new opportunity. So, now, if I find someone interesting, I have decided that it is better to just go and talk so that I know them and they know me. The rest comes down to chemistry.”
Hell yeah, James. You are now my hero.