|Confessions of a rezzy|
by Skippy McGee
It started with the name game
When I first decided to live in residence, I wasnít 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 didnít seem as though names were the first thing on anybodyís 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 ďHey baby, wanna dance?Ē 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 didnít 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 Iíd call her later, I began to make my way to leave when another girl grabbed my hand. ďLeaving so soon?Ē she asked. Well, for you I guess Iíll 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 Iím not the type to just hook up with randoms regularly, but itís 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. Iíve even ďlaidĒ it out there myself a few times, if only because Iíd 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 Ö 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? Itís like having free reign at the ice cream shop, so many flavours and yet so little time.
Iíve even seen girls make out. Actually, and this is for the guys, Iíve seen three girls make out. At the same time. With tongue. And when they became so dizzy with passion that they couldnít stand any longer they fell onto the bed, still embracing and kissing, hardly missing a beat. Now Iíve seen some crazy shit before, but that had to be the pinnacle of my life. Three at once! Sidenote: Sorry girls, but thatís 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 Ö 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.)