My first college roommate's name was Charlene. We were "friends" in the sense that we occasionally talked, if she were in a good mood. There were sometimes long stretches of no communication or interaction with one another if she was in one of her bad moods. Maybe a better way to describe our relationship is that we occasionally got along and otherwise stayed aloof. Is there a term for that? We only stayed roommates for my freshman year so it wasn't too big a deal.
Every kid learns the same thing — lying is never okay. Right? I think it's a pretty universal lesson we all learned...and then at some point had to unlearn. Writing Prompt: When did you first realize that maybe it IS better to lie sometimes...despite what you'd always been taught?
This is a continuation of Meeting Alex - Part 1. These stories of how we met are important to me. I like to remember pivotal experiences of my life with as much detail as I can remember. So even though it's been long enough (5 years) that I've forgotten a lot of the little or (at the time) insignificant details, I want to write down what I can manage to remember!
There are a few stories I never want to forget the details on, though I wish I wrote the back when they were still fresh. I'd have so many more details than I remember now, but better late than never! One of the stories I want to remember is the first day I met my husband in person (we met online).
First I'd like to say it wasn't my idea. A group of my friends were having a "sleepover" of sorts (do you still call it that when you're college age?) down in PA. The following day we'd all be starting our second year as counselors at the camp I've mentioned in one of my previous posts. The last time we'd seen each other the summer prior, one of these friends had had a thing going on with a guy who worked with us.