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There’s not much to say about me in high school. I was rather unremarkable. I was in a few clubs but for the most part I blended in to the crowd. I was a little weird and awkward, but not in a I’m-different-and-proud kind of way.

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For the most part, my besties and I kept to ourselves. I was all about my part-time job, shopping, going to the movies and the beach with my girlfriends. I had crushes and a few dates, but nothing ever panned out and I went my whole high school career without a boyfriend. I wasn’t too interested in having a boyfriend; I just wanted to survive school.

Awkward.

Things changed in college. Suddenly, every weekend I had a new date and was having the time of my life.

Some Friday nights, I’d feel like something tall, dark, and spicy.

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Other nights I’d go for something fun, light, and easy.

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But sometimes, I’d just want it straight and to the point.

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I’d gone from a quiet, awkward girl to a real wild child.

Who will tame this wild beast?

All jokes aside, I was on a path of destruction and even by senior year, I certainly did not see myself settling down. I was meeting a lot of guys and mingling like I never thought I could. Back then, if you would have told me I’d be married and a homebody by 25, I would’ve told you to shut the front door. Then I graduated, was hired to work in Japan, packed up and moved out, and met Mr. G within the first month of living in Tokyo.

At first, Mr. G went along with my wild ways because we were in that, “I’ll do whatever you wanna do!” phase. We had fun partying and getting in to trouble all over Tokyo.

But when we moved in together, it became a struggle to be ourselves while merging everything else in our lives. Saturday nights were often the worst.

ME: Can we please go out tonight? PLEASE?!

MR. G: No. *continues to play on his D.S.*

ME: But I want to dress up and go drinking!

MR. G: Calm down. *opens up a comic book*

Often times I’d leave him at home and go on pub crawls with my single friends. Maybe it was just me growing older, but eventually I did calm down. Saturday nights have become about seeing what new movies have come out to rent, picking up some take out, and going to bed at a reasonable hour.

I look back on my college days fondly; I really came out of my shell and learned from my bad judgments. I am sure glad I have Mr. G around to be awkward and weird with now, though!

Are you a reformed party girl?