California Knows How to Party

My three-week West Coast summer adventure started yesterday, and already things are poppin’off (that’s Bay Area talk for “getting craaazy!”). Last night was a party with hella my friends, and my ex and his girlfriend were gracious enough to not attend. I say this without sarcasm; a couple days ago I talked to him for the first time in approximately 6 months, and he told me he wasn’t planning to go to the party. I said “oh, good.” I didn’t really mean for that to pop out of my mouth, but he didn’t sound offended. Rather, he let me have the company of our mutual friends for the short time I’m here, which I thought was pretty decent of him.

I recently realized that I am successfully over this guy, and it’s a goddamn good feeling. It took quite awhile to get to this place, and sometimes I thought I’d never fully be over it. But I’m happy to say that, with time and patience, even the most difficult break ups or separations can become not so painful. Although, I have found that it really helps to not speak to the ex for a good while to truly get used to not having them in your life. Like I said, it had been over 6 months since I’d spoken to Will, but with another ex, Jeff, it took 4 or 5 years til we were truly able to converse comfortably! And now, Will and I feel decent about things, and he’s giving me the friends for the week, and I’m actually going to visit Jeff on this trip. So, it just goes to show ya that time heals all wounds, or something sappy and inspirational like that.

On to the fun stuff: the party was pretty out of control (tequila punch, anyone?), but luckily the aftermath was only as bad as a mild hangover. I got to kick it with a whole bunch of my Cali dude friends. One of these guys I hooked up with many times in the past, and I hadn’t seen him in years. Great guy, but somewhat regrettable as a sex partner. Let’s just say, his reputation as a playa is pretty bad, also he has a girlfriend, also he’s the only guy I’ve ever been with that shaves his pubes (which I did not find attractive). It was pretty clear that he was very happy to see me, and I knew we’d be crashing at the same place last night. It seemed inevitable that he’d try to get me in bed, and indeed he did try. I’m proud to say that I successfully refused his advances.

Instead, I ended up in the bed of another friend, an awesome guy that I’d never hooked up with before, despite having a little crush on him for years. We drunkenly messed around until the sun started to come up, then fell into a very comfortable sleep. I’d agreed to get up early to go hiking, and I majorly regretted having to get out of bed. I feel like sometimes sleeping with friends is a terrible idea, but at other times it can be great to get down with someone you already know and like. We live in different cities, so we both know that nothing weird or complicated can happen, and we’re friends so I know we’ll see each other again. It was a lovely end to the evening.

So, I started this trip out with a bang. Tomorrow I’m off to travel north with Sophie; with that girl, I’m sure more wild times are ahead.

 

Xoxo,

Lucy

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