Yep exciting, isn't it. Three of the individuals that I made out with surprised me that I had never made out with them before. One was a goal of mine before graduation. Check and check off the list. One I wished but never thought I would. Woohoo. Did I mention that I was drunk and this was spread out over the weekend. This morning, after admiring my new haircut, my co-worker Alec embarrassed me. One of the owners of a popular restaurant in town also a friend of mine were chatting about how much of a lip whore I was. It was overly loud with a professor of mine sitting not too far away. It was just embarrassing how much they went on and the questions they asked.
So now I will answer the questions.
Q: How many people have you made out with?
A: I don't know but its over one hundred.
Q: Don't you consider that to be a lot?
A: Should I. I don't think that I should. I mean you do the math. One hundred divided by basically four years of college starting late my freshman year. No repeats counted. I mean thats like someone new at least once a month. Ok yikes that does seem like a lot.
Q: Do you have any records?
A: Ten in one night. It started off as 8 on my half-birthday and then the PRISM dance rolled around and I upped it to 10. Not all new but mostly. It makes it a lot easier to make out with more than one person at the same time. Conservation of energy and time. Simple physics there. That multiplies the numbers quicker.
Q: Are you proud of this number?
A: No not really. I've been in a room at the same time as at least 8 people who I had made out with before. I've gotten a lot of photo documentation of my making out. It doesn't always mean a lot to me and often isn't even entirely under my control.
Q: Now isn't that just bragging a little bit?
A: I guess it is. Yep. I guess it is.
The conversation didn't really involve all those questions, but these questions have all been posed on me at one point or another. Guess I would just get it out there. I am a makeout slut. (Damn you blogger for eating the rest of my post. I'll try to make better.) I also got a great haircut.
I pay $20 to drive to Columbia and have my ego stroked for half an hour. I love Bethany at the Clip Joint. She is so fantastic. I got done and walked out like a rockstar to my cast taking pictures of me and my new hair. We had gone down for sushi and the day just ended up being about me. Hopefully Megan will send me pictures and I can post all the fun stuff we did. She hated sushi by the way. We got lost getting out of Columbia. I guess that is what happens when I just assume that I know the way. But we did get to see some really beautiful countryside northwest of Columbia for a twenty minute scenic route. I love my new haircut by the way and don't understand why more people are not stopping me on the streets to compliment my hair. I've gotten the "you look like you've lost a lot of weight" though. Which I don't know whether or not I can attribute that to not eating or looking slimmer with my awesome new haircut. I feel like I weigh the same. But seriously I want a fantastic reaction from someone who really notices my hair and just absolutely loves the new me. Anyway thats just a pipe dream. No one cares about my hair as much as I do.
