His name was Maddog.
That should be the end.
But it was St. Patrick’s Day and I was drunk – which means it was only the beginning.
I’ve been viewing Maddog as the beginning of an era. This time in my life I am dubbing: Grown Up Fun Time (GUFT). This is a big time in my life because, for the first time, I’ve been finding that I’m actually okay with making reckless decisions when it comes to just about everything in my life – including boys. Seriously, this is a big moment for my introverted self.
But really, guys, can someone please just give me a “I’m proud of you”?
I’m proud of you!
Anyways, it’s been a good few weeks since St. Patty’s Day – not because of all those imaginary boys lining up outside of my door – but because of all the fun I’ve had as I’ve become more carefree in my GUFT years.
So, who’s Maddog? Maddog is a man who walked into my bar, bought me a drink, and let me make out with him all around my hometown. He didn’t care about my no sex rule. He didn’t care. He just wanted to have a good time.
(And can we just talk about the bragging rights that come with making out with a guy named “Maddog”? I feel like I get some semblance of street-cred with that one).
Have a good time.
I think I might enjoy the GUFT years.