Call me, Maybe.

If you haven’t listened to the Canadian pop sensation Carly Rae Jepsen hit song “Call me Maybe” scroll down and play the video at the end of the post.

Story Time:

My sister (little K) and college roommate of 3 years (S) came to visit me over the weekend. 

It involved lots of drinks, a trip to Jimmy Valentines, old school Adams Morgan, brunch, and very few tourist activities.

“S” managed to get a guys number her first night via business card.  She sent him a drunken text around 2am and he waited to respond until Sunday night when she was safe back in Puerto Rico. 

Hey dude, that was a major fail.

Little K reminds me of myself circa 2009, filled with so much confidence and doesn't think twice about a dance floor make-out. 

Me on the other hand is about a year to old for the drunken bar make-out.  And the guy selection this particular night wasn’t the greatest.  But by the time Little K bought the 3^rd round of shots I made the decision that I wanted to hook up with this ex-boy. 

Stating: We never had breakup sex.  I deserve breakup sex!

And at that very moment Little K, S, and A all said the same thing “don’t text him.  That’s a bad idea.”

I listened and since I’m a good drunk nowadays I didn’t text him, but I did tweet.

And as we all know drunk tweeting is a bad horrible wonderful thing. 

The night ends, we take a taxi home, and I pass out. 

The next morning I awake to my normal morning text: a picture of my nephew, my dads “good morning” message, and brunch plans with A. 

And then I see the one name I never expected to see. 

The ex-boy.

 “hey K. I hope you’re doing well.  I read your tweets this morning from last night and if you want to still meet up let me know.”

Of course this is what I wanted.  I knew deep down that he follows my twitter and that he would see my drunken tweets.  But I never thought I would hear from him. 

The day went on and halfway through brunch I thought “this seems like a good idea” and I responded. 

And he asked if I wanted to get drinks.

I couldn’t because Little K and S were in town.  And finally we decided on Sunday.

My friends had mix emotions, but by the time we went to bed they were convinced that this wasn’t the worst idea ever.  

 

Sunday came quick and before I knew it the ex-boy was in my room. 

And I still had mix feelings about it and couldn’t completely figure out how it would play out. 

But clothes came off and 3.5 times later he left.

And this is where the story gets a little all over the place. 

I’m not sure how I feel about what happened.  I had fun. The sex was great. 

But he did put it best “this is a little weird, I feel like we are back to normal.  Even though I know it isn’t the same.”

I still like him and I still feel comfortable with him.

I should hate him, but I don’t.

And the sad thing is I want to “hook-up” with him again.  And I don’t think it is a bad idea….

I mean don’t we all just want to have casual sex with someone knowing that they aren’t crazy and knowing that nothing more is going to come out of it?

-K

And to make this whole thing a little more weird we spent part of the day watching Youtube videos... he introduced me to this song and I'm kind-of obsessed with it.