After my first love in college I dated some, but nothing super memorable. There was the cliche cheating frat boy, a guy I met working at the gym that was all brawn and no brains, and my favorite: Bon Jovi. I call him "Bon Jovi" because we hung out a couple times and when I told him I wasn't interested he proceeded to blast "You Give Love A Bad Name" from his room. I heard it for a good two blocks as I walked back to my apartment. Every time I hear the song, I can't help but smile.
I entered the workforce immediately after graduating—no crashing at my parents' place to find myself allowed in my family. I also paid off my student loans by my 30th birthday thanks to a lot of ramen, babysitting jobs and a work wardrobe furnished by Old Navy's clearance rack. The next memorable relationship came at this time. I met a guy, "Reilly" (not his real name), volunteering at an event hosted by the company we worked for. There was a speaker that played for Notre Dame and I leaned over and asked Reilly if he thought the guy knew Rudy.
I know what you're thinking, this girl's got game! I admit it wasn't the best line, but it worked in the moment. We started talking every day, found we had a lot in common, and one thing lead to another. A couple months later, when I was at my grandma's house, I'm telling her about this guy I met. She turns to me and says "Oh, that's so-and-so's kid. His great, great grandfather and your great, great grandfather were brothers."
I'll pause so you can process this. Yep, the first guy I had a connection with since my college love, was my distant cousin. Shoot me.
Now, obviously we weren't close enough that we belonged on a compound in rural Kentucky or anything, but you can see the obvious problem. Needless to say, this relationship ended and it took me a while before I was brave enough to try dating again...
Dated a cousin? Thinking about it? Cheers to family trees!
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