Well, it was a long night.
I (correctly as it turned out) strongly wanted to get there right on time for the start because I felt it would be easier to meet strangers and fit in that way. However, Swiffer kept myself and 3rd bro waiting for almost an hour. In the meantime, I went around the corner and bought a Mountain Dew (which ended up having mixed effects). Thanks to Uber, we made it barely a half hour after the beginning, which is to say that 80% of people were alr grooving. Guy #3 barely talked to anyone and wandered off elsewhere after a few drinks. I found out later he was expecting a warehouse rager or something, and not a backyard full of people awkwardly mingling and dancing. In any event, I spent as much time calibrating and just processing the vibe as I did meeting people, although I did plenty of that as well. However, it was hard to have real conversations because people were packed like sardines and they made the music too intense for such a small space. I also was one of the tallest people there and felt like I stuck out, as did Swiffer because he was overdressed (unlike me, who at least was dressed chill). I got AMOGged at one point (despite not having done much to elicit it) and handled the guy very calmly. Afterward I briefly got physically anxious, but pulled myself together rapidly and hung closer to Swiffer just in case.
Then, after less than two hours there, the cops showed up and everyone had to leave. I wasn’t expecting that, and it did cut things short, but things didn’t end there.
As far as I’m concerned, I got boatloads of XP and one contact. But more importantly plenty of faces and names, and a better sense of how this party thing works.
Now, as this was happening Swiffer started feeling the urge to pee. For some reason he didn’t want to use the bushes.
At this point something interesting happened. We passed a mixed group of revelers, and I recognized one of them. This girl’s IG looks extremely hot in a girl-next-door way, but when I passed her, it unsurprisingly became clear she wasn’t as superlative in reality. Still quite attractive, but not that much more than some others (I rarely use numbers these days but she was maybe 8.75 and her IG looked 9.8).
We went back to the main campus, which was being patrolled by security guards due to last spring’s shenanigans. They wouldn’t let us in anywhere, as outsiders, even places open to students. Thankfully, we found a nice janitor who did. By now it became clear Swiffer was a little drunk, but I didn’t mind. I probably should have had one or two, and I would have if the cops hadn’t showed up, but that’s not important for these purposes (by the way, I got a lot of feedback but I’m not gonna get into it here).
Now the next thing was to get home. I had a feeling my best bro would be awake (which ofc he was) so I called him and he came. While he was en route we went to find the third guy, who was chilling in a nearby gas station with some randos and a couple black girls, who hit on all three of us and dispensed some sage advice (“if you fuck a nigga, tell a bitch first”).
My best bro extracted us. The other two started drunkenly chatting about our adventures in the back seat, while I chatted soberly with our chauffeur. He dropped them off, and then we ended up driving around for over three hours and talking about things.
The most important takeaways from that convo are 1) I’m now having to do a lot of thinking about how serious a relationship I really am looking for. Maybe I just want an FwB, or maybe I want a lovey-dovey romance. I don’t know.
The other thing is that he pointed out that I’m still internally repressed to a degree and also that in addition to repressing my sexuality, I’m not just repressing but almost suppressing aspects of my inner self because of negative past experiences.
In any event, once I’m done processing all this I can’t wait for next week.
Buuuut I need to focus more on less exciting things for at least the next few days. I’m not done setting up the next phase on the road to total independence and freedom (although tbf I should be glad my parents didn’t bother me the way Swiffer’s did.)