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Every couple has their “how we met” story. Maybe you both reached for the same head of broccoli at the farmer’s market, were stuck in line at the local coffee shop on a particularly slow day, were introduced by friends, or you met on Tinder.
For me, I was on the tail end of a five-day bender in honor of finishing grad school. A mutual friend was visiting and I couldn’t not go see the guy. We were introduced by said mutual friend JD and for the rest of the night, now Mrs. Madoff tried to relentlessly use her girl-card to attempt to acquire free drinks (she was way too drunk for more booze). Towards the conclusion of a night filled with sloppy dancing, I told her, “I’m heading home you can come if you want.” She slept over, we had the awkward “what do we do now” moment when we woke up, and then I suggested driving across state lines to go to Waffle House after knowing her for 10 hours. So, you know the foundation is rock solid. For me, it’s been a breath of fresh air, mainly due to her willingness to party and do fun things with me.
Postgrad relationships are a weird animal. Like the commentary in Wedding Crashers where Vince Vaughan went on a long diatribe about why he hates dating, I feel it has become even more complicated. Many of my idiot friends have latched onto the first guy or girl willing to commit to “being a couple” while neglecting the obvious red flags. Some people are more willing to jump into something, whereas others want to play the field, waiting for a Mr. or Mrs. Perfect that does not exist. Others stay in their relationship because it is “comfortable” and the world is a big scary place. This is a precarious situation that many run blindly into and come out the other side chewed up, spit out and jaded as hell (I should know because I’ve done it).
Having commonalities on a variety of levels is a very underappreciated trait. The adage, “opposites attract” is pure garbage outside of magnets (how do they work?). In college, I dated a girl that didn’t like to go out or do anything outside of reading “Game of Thrones.” We were often “complimented” that her quiet demeanor and my outgoing personality “went well,” but I hated it. I felt trapped, and I needed someone to do stuff with. Cue a large blowout fight, break up and an ugly friend division. We’ve all stayed too long in a relationship, but being young and stupid often lends itself to dragging your feet.
Alcohol has often been the cause of and solution to most of my life problems, so the fact that we met under such circumstances is par for the course. As someone well versed in the postgrad party, it’s nice to have someone who enjoys a good time, whether it be tailgating, a friendly get together or a good ol’ fashioned rager. We have many other things in common, but being able to let loose together has led to many bonding moments, like carrying her a mile home on my back due to a blown out flip flop, drunkenly finding and helping a stranded horseshoe crab in Ocean City and our yearly traditions like Shibmas/Thanksoween/etc. We’ve had blow out fights and drunken heart-to-hearts, but it’s safe to say that the couple that parties together, stays together.
I firmly believe in spending time together fucked up and that partying together has grown our relationship. Maybe it’s how I was raised: my parents would often go out together and on more than one occasion, I had to DD. They would often go out separately and end up at the same place or meet at home; no jealousy, no “where have you been?”, just two people in search of a good time. Life is too short to not live a little every once in a while, together..
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Madoff
I specialize in damage control, being the drunkest at any and all functions and social assassination. Always appreciate a strong gif game. Follow me on Twitter. Sometimes I put up cool stuff about golfing at the local dirt tracks.
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Cheers to this article.
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Couldn’t agree more with this. The Mrs. not only keeps up, but on many occasions out parties me.
Matched on Tinder ans met at whole foods for our first date
Did you invent Shibmas?
Glad you also picked up on that. It was my inspiration.
I always get your Simpsons references. And I usually call you out on them.
My ex would stop after 3 beers and go home from the bar at 11:30 if he even went out. It was the WORST.
Don’t be so hard on yourself. We all make mistakes.
That actually seems reasonable to me. Nothing good happens after midnight.
I bet you’re a blast at parties
I just day drink while doing activities now, sardining in a bar until 2am let alone 3am in DC gives me nightmares at this point.
Totally agree. Without fail, whenever I grab a drink out of the fridge or at the bar or what-have-you, the lady’s first response is, “Where’s my beer?” Her attempts to match me drink for drink are one of the many things I love about her.
Your parents were probably swingers
Haha I can promise you that is not the case.
I need to know the details on Shibmas
I got something in the works, fam.
Like date, time, and address.
This article gives me hope
Going to Santa Soiree Saturday?
Sup? Trying to party?
Having worked in bars and restaurants, the couples who came and got drunk and dirty danced to 80’s covers were almost always the happiest I saw. The fact that they were mostly middle aged only adds to that testament.