It’s weird, but I’ve never really been much of a nightlife person. Not even adventurous at all. I don’t usually go on out of town trips, get wasted, look to get laid, all that stuff you’re supposed to do in college. It was just never me.
But when I got an invitation to come to FHM’s 100 sexiest women of 2008 party, I was excited. Not because there were any prospects there, but because I wanted to be around the beautiful people. At least on the outside. For a change.
Sounds shallow? It probably was. But I’m a guy who works out as much as he can, lived on chicken breasts for a few months, plays basketball thrice a week, either at home or in the gym. I’ve got every right to be shallow once in a while.
Anyway, I get a text one night.
“Where were you? We missed you!”
OH NO. I missed the party. I totally forgot about it. My Film major model friend (whom I’m introducing to my photographer friend who has a film processing outfit) was pretty disappointed. My friends are cursing me out for not giving them the tickets instead. And I missed a chance to blog about it. Well, OK, this doesn’t count.
But thinking about it, I probably wasn’t looking to go, really. It was one of those things the testosterone in me said yes to, but the brain was saying no. Life is funny sometimes.
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