Do I know you?

Ohhh, that’s right you were at that party last Saturday. Remember we became really close in line for the bathroom. Then you went and puked all over the front steps! How’s it going?

This, unfortunately, is just a fictionalized account of an encounter between what I like to call “party friends”. You see party friends, as the name implies, are friends you make at parties. Due to the frivolity of the atmosphere you seem to get really close in just a matter of hours, even minutes. Eventually though the party must end, or is busted, and you part ways.

Monday rolls around and class starts up again. You are waiting outside  your “Math in the Real World” class, or whatever bullsh*t gen ed you are taking to let the college know you are becoming well rounded, when someone oddly familiar says hello to you. Now, you know you should know this person and yet you do not. Party friends comes with much the same shame, regret, and awkwardness a one night stand would have. Only neither of you are worried you got the other pregnant, so the stakes are lower.  

Soon the friendship begins to come back to you. “Did I tell this person that I loved shark week more than my own mother? What was I thinking?” Simple fact is you weren’t. The friendship seemed so good that you would say just about anything to keep it going. 

Now to keep from showing your lack of knowledge of who this person is, keep to pronouns. They’ll save your life, or at least your dignity.  Next check your phone a few times to make it look like you have to be some place. If worst comes to worst guess at a name then take off running to avoid possible shame.  Works every time. 

So, this weekend, when you go out and make friends. Just keep in mind that this friendship may not last out in the daylight, or out of the hazy frat house. This way you keep from getting hurt.