Travel Companion

Last summer, I went to Spain for a few weeks with a friend. Goals of the trip included: getting over both of our failed relationships (hers, 6 months; mine, 2 months), employing our fair-to-poor Spanish skills, and kissing relentlessly.

Other people, not each other.

It was a great trip. We saw the sights, we slept in gross hostels, we met many Australians. I totally recommend.

I also met an American student, who we'll call Sam. Sam was about to start a grad program at UPenn and was with his two roomies for the summer. Sam had a girlfriend. But Sam and his friends ended up following me and my friend for a few days around southern Spain (Moral of the story: never let a 22-year-old lacrosse player plan your vacation?).

Anyhow, they were great company, especially when creepy old Spanish men hit on us.

On our last night together, Sam had a bit too much to drink and told me he thought I was adorable, and that he wished he could hit on me, but he "had that girlfriend, and all". I generally take these types of comments as flattery and move on. But he kept talking about her.

"She's looking for a job in Philly, I really hope she gets one or else I'm not sure we'll stay together"

Thanks for sharing.

Anyway, I had planned on attending a conference over the Canadian Thanksgiving that happened to be in Philadelphia, and we decided that when I booked my flights I'd tell him and we'd meet up for a drink.

Cut to last night, when I got an email from him:

"Hey! I just realized its your Thanksgiving. Are you in town? We need to hang out! I owe you a pool game and sangria."

I ended up having to skip the meeting and go home for Thanksgiving, so I wrote him those details, apologizing profusely for forgetting. And afterward, I was reminded of how cute he was. Innocently enough, I went to his Facebook page hoping for some "personal time" material. But before i could start the photo creeping, I saw that he had changed all of his personal info--he'd broken up with the girlfriend!

I'll rue the day you crossed me, family business!!

I can't believe that turkey > getting some.

Then I got to the photo creeping--he untagged himself from all the photos of them together!

Geez.

Now... how can I get to PA? Someone find me a MEETING!