Cherie squealed with excitement when we got back to our dorm. Not only were we going to a frat party, apparently my friend’s fraternity was pretty popular on campus.
Us going there gave Cherie a head start on her pledge journey.
I on the other hand was petrified.
I did not drink.
I did not date.
Oh and guess who had never been to a party? Maybe a little too much freedom at once. Cherie to her credit which is why she is still my friend saw my face.
“Oh Caprise…you’ve never been to a party before?”
“More than that…” I squeaked.
I rattled off all the reasons why I was afraid to go.
“Oh no, you’re going. But effective now- buddy system. No girl left behind.”
Scott encouraged me to invite a few ladies from my floor because of course he did. LOL.
From that night on we really did not leave anyone behind. It got wicked sometimes and ugly and feelings were hurt. But we stuck together. Except for one. And we will get there and it changed things.
Not a heartbreak but a disappointment that I have never let go because if it were me… well … will get there.
My first college party was kinda of crazy. How could it not be? However, when your big brother – yup I became a little sister introduces you as knowing your Mom. My experiences were very tame.
As I’ve alluded to- the people who break your heart aren’t the ones you expect.
Poor Scott the one and only time he tried to kiss me- I got incredibly sick. God bless him he was one of the best nurses I ever had. Our paths cross once in awhile and everyone assumes we got together in college. We just chuckle as we both know he really was my big brother.
I know this was a bit light … but we are gearing up for my first big adult heartbreak. It’s tendrils still reach out to me years later so I’m trying to figure out how to write about heartbreak number five.
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