SINGLE AND READY TO....THIRD WHEEL

About a week ago, I went to visit my best friend from high school and his girlfriend in Colombia (the country). Being in the military, I spent over 2 months doing paperwork, completing countless hours of hostage training, and trying to convince my superiors that I would not be joining a Colombian drug cartel. After miraculously receiving approval, I spent over $800 and traveled over 2000 miles, only to experience the true meaning of a "third wheel".

From the second they picked me up at the airport....

I couldn't catch a break

I thought maybe they'd stop during meals...

At this point it was getting a little ridiculous

And then this happened....

Staying in the same room as them was a blast

However, this one takes the cake by far...

I'm not going to miss them...