When I was younger, a cute lady friend flew into town to stay with me. She was a raver girl and we wanted to go out and party. When I met up with her I’d been super disorganized and not set up any events or clubs or parties or anything, partly because I’m not that popular and partly because I’m a bit lazy. I felt bad, I was messaging a group chat about it and said all I had organised was a big bag of weed. Turns out when you have a big bag of weed everyone all of a sudden wants to be your friend. The group chat came alive and I got offers from mates to go to a couple of raging house parties. As I’m rocking up everyone knows I’m the dude with a pocket full of joints so all of a sudden people are high fiving me, offering me and this girl drinks, asking what we’re doing later, telling stories reminding me of why I’m supposedly besties with everyone. We got an invite with a group of these guys to a nightclub later that evening. They knew the owner so now we’re getting free drinks and a private table, the owner had a sweet apartment in the city and at the end of the night we all retired to his place and crashed. Next day the group was meeting up to go to a day festival and once again everyone wants to hang out and do favors for the guy with the joints. I could go on but for 4 days we barely got a chance to shower and change we crammed so much partying in. The whole weekend seemed to be a nonstop rollercoaster of me being the dude with the hookup to all the best party spots who was seemingly best friends with everyone we came across and the guy everyone wanted at their event. At the end of her stay me, following a long weekend of a lot of hooking up and parties and living life like they do in the movies, this lady left and I had never been so grateful to my network for presenting me in such a positive light that weekend. We kept in touch for a little while but it kinda died off. The other day we spoke for the first time in a long time and it occurred to me during our conversation and how she was speaking to me that because that was her only snapshot into my life that’s how she thinks I live. She thinks I’m like, bouncing party to party club to club, bottle service and VIP, handing out party favors, none of which could be further from the truth… but her perception was that I was “the man” that weekend Have you ever been that guy who was the legend? The party hero? The GOAT? submitted by /u/dj_boy-Wonder
Originally posted by u/dj_boy-Wonder on r/AskMen
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