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I’m Going On A Third Date To Mexico, Because Why The F**k Not?

By December 30, 2015 1

It’s your classic, 21st century love story:

Boy meets girl. Boy takes girl out for drinks. Boy and girl book a 5 day trip to Mexico for New Years.

Totally normal, right? Let me back up.

Aziz Ansari (otherwise known as the funniest and wisest man on the planet, and the only comedian I would ever take real-life advice from) has a theory called “The Monster Truck Rally Theory,” in which he claims that the best way to get to know someone is by doing something absolutely insane with them — like going on a date to a monster truck rally. According Aziz, “going on interesting dates is the best way to experience what it’s really like to be with a person.”

The man has a point.

Since there are no monster truck rallies happening anywhere near New York until March, my drinks date and I decided to get a little more creative.

“I’m so mad I don’t have New Years plans,” he texted me one Sunday night when we were both hungover and laying on our respective couches watching Christmas movies.

“Same.” I replied, after waiting the appropriate 26 minutes to text back.

“I wish I was going somewhere.”

“Same. Let’s go to Mexico.”

It started as a cute joke that became more and more and more serious. After sending countless screenshots of pictures of #Tulum back and forth for three days, we met for drinks (for a second time) and booked roundtrip tickets to Cancun.

… Considering we’d never so much as KISSED, I still didn’t know if we were getting one hotel room or two.

It was crazy. The craziest, most batshit insane thing I have EVER done, and I do a lot of crazy stuff on a pretty regular basis.

We barely know each other*, and are going to be trapped in a remote Mexican town together for 5 days. We’re staying in a glorified hut (we decided, thankfully, on one room), complete with a thatched roof and mosquito net, and I’m 75% sure our bathroom doesn’t have a door.

really hope we get along.

I am beyond nervous. What if we run out of things to talk about? What if he catches me peeing in the ocean? What if the bathroom actually DOESN’T have a door?

But I’m also really, really excited.

I’m 24-years-old, single with no commitments and at the prime of my life. The question isn’t really “why would I go to Mexico with a stranger,” it’s more like…. why wouldn’t I?

There are certain moments in life where you simply need to say yes. To close your eyes and jump in, full speed ahead, without worrying about what’s going to happen next.

This, as crazy as it is, feels like one of those moments.

Truthfully, I don’t know what’s going to happen. There’s no expectation that these 5 days are going to change my life, no pressure that they have to mean anything and  no preconceived notion that we’re going to fall madly in love and spend the rest of our lives together (but it would be a kickass story to tell our grandkids, should things work out).

do know we’re going to watch killer sunsets, drink fresh margaritas, and jump, literally head first, into underwater caves.

We’re also going to get to know each other in a way that only real, forced, immediate intimacy can facilitate, particularly as it happens under a thatched bamboo roof.

No matter what, even if it’s a complete disaster (what if he snores?!) we’re going to have an adventure.

As we get older, the number of opportunities we have to have a real adventures gets smaller and smaller; the number of chances we have to do something for the very first time becomes less and less. So why the fuck not go on a third date to Mexico?

Kyley, one of our other bloggers, said it best: regarding life, I urge you to goSo, hell yeah — I’m going.

Although Drake said it pretty well too, because — YOLO.




*We have enough people in common for me to know for sure he isn’t a serial killer, don’t worry @mom