The drama of those night-out albums was truly something else! I think I was somehow involved in that too... I have vague memories of be being flirty drunk with some guy at uni while almost breaking up with my ex, and messaging a complete stranger because they tagged me in photos. Man, that was risky business back then! I can sort-of understand your guy there, especially if he was at a different place in life, work, social media usage.
I get it now too (as he was about 29) but at 24 I didn’t get it. 🙈 Younger me could be indignant and self-righteous, unfortunately, and if I thought I was right… 🤦🏻♀️🤷🏻♀️ I guess this stranger knew you if they tagged you in photos. But also I recall hoping that people didn’t tag me in super drunk photos. I remember one night being out in a bar and some very tall hot man picking me up and us making out and the next day I was thinking “I hope there aren’t photos” (not enough of a story to write about I don’t think, though 🤣). Except he was meant to take me on a real date later and stood me up so maybe… I’d seen him for years and thought he was handsome but we’d never spoken before that night. (Recesses of my brain!)
The drama of those night-out albums was truly something else! I think I was somehow involved in that too... I have vague memories of be being flirty drunk with some guy at uni while almost breaking up with my ex, and messaging a complete stranger because they tagged me in photos. Man, that was risky business back then! I can sort-of understand your guy there, especially if he was at a different place in life, work, social media usage.
I get it now too (as he was about 29) but at 24 I didn’t get it. 🙈 Younger me could be indignant and self-righteous, unfortunately, and if I thought I was right… 🤦🏻♀️🤷🏻♀️ I guess this stranger knew you if they tagged you in photos. But also I recall hoping that people didn’t tag me in super drunk photos. I remember one night being out in a bar and some very tall hot man picking me up and us making out and the next day I was thinking “I hope there aren’t photos” (not enough of a story to write about I don’t think, though 🤣). Except he was meant to take me on a real date later and stood me up so maybe… I’d seen him for years and thought he was handsome but we’d never spoken before that night. (Recesses of my brain!)
Are you sure that's not a story? ;) if a memory starts with: "one night I was drunk and..." I'm all in
🤣 the memory only just popped into my head tbh 🙈
But also probably most of my uni memories start with “one night I was drunk and…”