| Confessions of a rezzy |
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by Skippy McGee the Carillon It started with the name game When I first decided to live in residence, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Would it be a place where people just wanted to study all the time, or could I look forward to the drinking and debauchery I was accustomed to at home? I found out my second night here, at the name-tag party, where it didn’t seem as though names were the first thing on anybody’s mind. Every which way I looked, it was dancing and groping and grinding. I felt a hand grab my ass, and when I looked back, a girl purred “Hey baby, wanna dance?” Now, I am never one to turn away a girl, especially one as hot as that, but as soon as we hit the floor, I became aware of two things. One, this girl is grinding my leg so hard it almost hurts, and two, she definitely wants to come home tonight. Now, as I had only met my roommate that day, I didn’t want to look like a man-whore by coming home with a random on the first night. We made out a bit, and I decided to just leave it at that. Telling her I’d call her later, I began to make my way to leave when another girl grabbed my hand. “Leaving so soon?” she asked. Well, for you I guess I’ll stick around for a little bit longer. So we danced, and made out, and within 15 minutes I found myself in the same position as before. Now I’m not the type to just hook up with randoms regularly, but it’s still the same as that first night. Every party, every weekend, it seems as though sex and drinking just go together, as naturally as bread and butter. A friend in residence brags to me regularly about his latest conquest, and they just keep adding up. I’ve even “laid” it out there myself a few times, if only because I’d feel rude saying no. Relationships seem to be few and far between here, as the girls are just as happy to mess around as the guys. Well, maybe not as happy, but … you know. I wonder sometimes why everyone is so eager to peel off their clothes with the latest stranger they meet, and all I can figure is this: with so many new people to meet, why settle for just one when you can try them all? It’s like having free reign at the ice cream shop, so many flavours and yet so little time. I’ve even seen girls make out. Actually, and this is for the guys, I’ve seen three girls make out. At the same time. With tongue. And when they became so dizzy with passion that they couldn’t stand any longer they fell onto the bed, still embracing and kissing, hardly missing a beat. Now I’ve seen some crazy shit before, but that had to be the pinnacle of my life. Three at once! Sidenote: Sorry girls, but that’s too good to be kept a secret. Nothing could have prepared me for life in residence. It is a constant source of laughs, good times, drinking and of course … sex. I can only hope that the remainder of my time here is as good as these first few months have been. (And a word to the wise: please be safe. A single case of venereal disease could end the fun for everybody, so make sure to wrap it.) |