Summer 2007

Also known as the summer of the horrible adulterous bitch. I really didn't intend upon being such a "home-wrecker" when I arrived in Colorado. And given a few of the circumstances, I suppose it wasn't all my fault, because everyone knows adultery takes two.

Adulterer Number One. Cute, tall percussionist from Rice University. We hung out a lot the first week, and drank together numerous times, because we both drink too much. Anyway, I hooked up with him pretty soon off. It happened a few more times, and everything was going ok as far as summer flings go, until he spoke the words "I need to tell you something." That's never good in my book. So at first he stated that, "I actually have a girlfriend." To which I was a bit suprised, but thinking maybe it wasn't too serious. About five seconds later he begain again, "Actually...it's more like a fiancee." Needless to say I wasn't the last person he hooked up with that summer, and he broke off his engagement halfway through.

Adulturer Number Two. Unconventially cute principal bass player. We met outside this bar when we were both smoking. It was already pretty late in the night, so things got sort of flirty pretty fast. About an hour into our meeting he stated, "So I sort of have a girlfriend, but I don't like her that much." Nice, dude. Who says that? Anyway, he wanted us to go back to his place, so instead I dragged him to the only dance club in that town where some of my friends were. I would later find out that the idea of this guy in a dance club is hilarious. In the end we ended up hooking up, and he apparently ended up liking his girlfriend some, because he began calling her all the time, perhaps this was enough to compensate for cheating.

Adulturer Number Three. Probably the only one I feel guilty about. I think I felt bad about it because number one, I feel that he actually does care about his girlfriend of like two years, and number two, he is actually an interesting, moderately good person. Anyway. Clarinetist. He was a part of my group of friends and had exceptional taste in clothes, music, movies, and no, he was not gay. He actually offset his more feminine qualities by being sort of a loud masculine type if he was drunk enough. Anyway. The night we hooked up, a bunch of people had been out drinking as usual, but then about 4 people, including me, split off and went to another bar. There, said clarinetist played that video game where you "play guitar" and we all got really cheap beer. Then we all ended up going back to the hot tub at my condo. Hot tub quickly turned into people not wearing much clothing, and my other two friends left me and clarinetist alone. So yea, three am rolled around, and we both finally realized what happened and both felt bad, and tired, and pruney (from being in water so long.) Toward the end of the summer one of my friends said something like, "Clarinetist would NEVER cheat on his girlfriend." And all I could say was, "You'd be suprised at how many people cheat."