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When Trying to Impress a Guy Goes Horribly Wrong
This embarrassing moment brought to you by Beer.
I was standing in Debbie’s driveway, talking to my latest crush, Paul. He and his best friend came by to see if we wanted to crack a few beers and head to a friend’s house. I didn’t really like beer, but I did really like Paul, so I agreed.
I was 14 and had just entered high school. In junior high, I pretended to enjoy drinking, but now I was heading into the big leagues. Older friends, more serious drinkers, more intense booze. I had to fit in.
A few weekends prior, I met Paul at a Texaco station. My friends and I stopped to get gas, snacks, and California Coolers, and Paul was there with several mutual friends. His best friend worked behind the counter, so he was in charge of the music. Before we knew it, the Texaco was lit, and it turned into a big party.
Paul had blonde hair, blue eyes, and was very cute. I, on the other hand, was very gangly, wore giant Bill Gates-style glasses, and didn’t have much experience with guys. I ended up talking to him as we sipped our wine coolers, laughed, joked, and sang to the 80s music blaring from the speakers throughout. Next thing I knew, Paul and I were making out in the ladies' bathroom.
