Molly. 20. I started this blog when I came out to document my rookie year stories. I realized I'll always be a rookie and I'll always have stories so I kept it.
You know it’s game on when they put a smiley next to their name in your phone.
Oh emoticons.
Bitches I’m Back.
So I usually don’t have good stories anymore because I’m pretty much a 75 year old lady trapped inside of a 20 year olds body. I rarely ever go out and I rarely ever drink so those two facts dont make for very entertaining shenanigans. We last night was my Frisbee team’s farewell dinner and Monday night I said good-bye to the girl I’ve been talking to since March. I had my friend get me a 6 pack of awesome oganic beer and by the time the farewell dinner was over I had already had 3 beers. For not drinking much I was pretty tipsy by the time we left my house to go to a party.
On the way to the party my car stops to get more alcohol. While I’m waiting in the car I find out NC did indeed passed Amendment One. So I get upset about that. We get to the party and A and I decide that in an attempt to say “eff you” to a state that passed Amendment One we would get married. M has her officary license via some online program so she gives us rings and presides over our somewhat legit fake wedding. 4 beers in.
Then I start talking to one of my other teammates (we’ll call her biddy). Biddy is real attractive and wearing some skimpy dress that shows off her very nice body. We start out talking about Amendment One and Organics and everything under the sun and end up talking about how she thinks she’s attracted to women (this is seriously the 3rd time this year). Then she decides I make her nervous. 5 beers in.
Fast forward to standing in the hallway while Biddy is talking to our team captain about something Frisbee related. My other teammate M sees them talking and calls them out saying they look very Lesbian. I pretend to get offended by this. She kisses me. I was shocked. She walks away.
Fast forward to Biddy asking me to go into the bathroom to talk to her. The door closes. She asks if she can kiss me. She does. It’s weird. Not bad. Just different. I haven’t kissed anyone but E in a long time. And this was definitely more of the I would like to rip your clothes off type of kissing. She was really cute. She was like “i don’t know what I’m doing, am I allowed to feel you”. I told her there wasn’t much to feel but go for it. Drunk me was smart enough to keep my side of it to just kissing. Which sober me kinda regrets cause she has really big boobs and a nice ass. But I knew if I went there I wouldn’t stop myself. And we all know rule #1 (don’t be anyone’s first - which I have decided means more than making out). 6 Beers.
At this point I’m definitely drunk. I have work at 8 AM. I don’t have a car. My ride is drunk so that’s not an option. I had half been thinking about try to stay with E on campus where I work, but after like 4 different make out sessions with Biddy I just felt wrong going to cuddle with E.
I ended up sleeping at Biddy’s. One of those awkward I’m going to keep very still and too myself type of sharing a bed. I thought cuddling could be dangerous. Borrowed her bike and am currently sitting at work in the same clothes I wore last night and to sleep in.
Moral of the story? I don’t know if there is one. I feel kinda shitty cause E leaves tomorrow morning and we already said good-bye and we have good reasons not to be together but I’m definitely going to miss her, and I know that she expected me to go off and be with other people but probably not this quickly. That being said my confidence was definitely boosted by all the love I was getting last night. It will be interesting to see how this summer goes. Maybe I’ll attempt, in true Rookie fashion, to be a slut again. Drunken hook ups are definitely not that fulfilling but they are fun and I’m hoping that at some point I’ll find someone worth settling down. But until then, fuck it. It’s not like I can get married in this state anyways.
-The Rookie
Rule #6 must have a GOOD sense of humor
Dear Future Wife,
Don’t laugh at everything I say, no one can be that funny! I’ll try my best to make you laugh but don’t do it if it’s not genuine. Because I will not pity laugh to make you feel better about a stupid joke. You have to be funny not just entertaining. We will laugh so hard we’ll cry and at the end of the day we’ll always know how to make each other smile.
The Rookie
Rule #5 my future wife has to be my wife
I know that sounds silly but I live in a state where same-sex marriage is not only illegal but they are trying to ban all types of civil unions and domestic partnerships. Which would mean no legal recognition for same sex couples. If you live in NC or know people in NC make sure they go out on May 8th to vote against amendment one.
To the entire NC LGBT community and allies. Watch and Reblog this video and spread the word against amendment one! We only have 5 days till the vote!
North Carolina’s trying to pass Amendment One (a ban on same-sex marriage), don’t let them! Check out and share this video and make sure to vote Against on May 8th!
via yaknowlife
Rule #4 She has to be okay with living on a mini farm.
Dear Future Wife,
I’m not a country girl. I grew up in the suburbs of DC. I’m in love with the city and NYC but over the past year I have become somewhat of a health nut and really would like to become completely self sustaining. I have fallen in love with my garden and have been thinking about how cool it would be to get some chickens, a goat and a cow. You may think I’m crazy but if you’re not cool with this then you’re probably not my future wife.
-The Rookie
I’m not ashamed to admit I’m totally an ass girl.
Rule #3 a nice butt is a must.
Rule #2: I’ll do the cooking if she’ll clean
I love cooking but hate doing the dishes.
I know I said I wanted the super power to make straight girls gay…
but I’m quickly learning that with great power comes great responsibility. I need to follow rule #1: Don’t be anyone’s first.
