Choir Boy Needs A Confession

To start off this blogging adventure, I thought I would share a story about a guy that I met through the choir I was involved with in college. Whoever said choir boys are holier than thou was wrong.

The summer before my final year in college, I was placed in a group message with around 40 people who were all in this choir I was about to join. Something you should know about me: I HATE GROUP MESSAGES. Actually, who likes them at all? If you do, please comment below. I need some answers.

Anyway, a girl in the choir asked us to send a picture and a little basic info for everyone to get to know each other before school started. In true Kasey fashion, when I got this message was out on Dickson Street having drinks. I ended up being the first person to respond to the message in the group and snapped a picture of myself doing the classic “duck face”. I know, I’m cringing too but it was a cute picture tbh. The same girl mentioned above proceeded to tell everyone (AKA ME) to make sure that they “stay safe” and “be careful” tonight if you’re out…

Listen. We get it. You’re talking to me. It’s pretty fucking obvious considering I’m literally the only one that has responded to the group message so far. But whatever, go ahead and tell me to be safe if it makes you look like you actually give a shit about others. Needless to say, things started off rocky for me and said girl. Silver Lining: we are friends now.

Sorry for the tangent…here we go.

In the group message above, I scouted out all the hot guys (don’t act like you don’t do this). There was likeee one guy with remotely maybe possibly enough potential for me to ever so slightly be interested in… so I creeped. I stalked him a little on Facebook and found out he was from Texas and even more so, lived close to my family’s ranch. I started small talk and proceeded to invite him out to our ranch for a 4th of July party we were hosting. He gladly accepted and brought a friend along with him.

*Side Note: My family is notorious for throwing parties and hosting gatherings so don’t think it’s weird that I invited this guy I don’t know to my home…it’s a thing we do. If you think it’s weird, get over yourself.

He gets to the party and immediately questions where all the people “our age” are. Mind you, I told him this was a family-oriented shindig. My family likes to party but this is nowhere near the frat party I’m sure he was expecting. Like, I’m so sorry but we are not going to do body shots or keg stands with children around. Okay actually in the right setting, keg stands could be a possibility knowing my crazy ass family. I digress.

He shows up to the house and I get them settled into their bedroom. As soon as we walk in, he and his friend pull out handles of whiskey and just start chugging. Good start to the afternoon.

The afternoon progresses and he continues drinking. We did all the July 4th things; my dad even put on a fireworks show. We eventually finish the night and all go to bed. Well, at least I thought everyone went to sleep. I woke up the next morning to my mom and dad telling me that choir boy told my dad to FUCK OFF.

I’m actually laughing as I type this because who the hell does this guy think he is but telling my father, in his own home, to fuck off? LOL. For anyone that knows my dad, he is a terrifying human. Love him to death, he is intimidating. Anyway, choir boy got figgity figgity fucked up and doesn’t remember a thing…Imagine that! Cherry on top, I found out later that also he told my aunt to fuck off.

Ahhh…I really know how to pick ‘em. Needless to say, he has not been and never will be allowed back at the ranch but who didn’t see that coming.





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