influences:
4 shots
2 mixed drinks
2 beers
short skimpy hot lacy dress
strappy high heels
boys:
boy 1
boy 2
The situation:
Here we go. You see when I go hard, I go pretty hard... So I learned a few things.
Pre-game: the word pre-game...I had the nerve to question what that was back in the beginning of my freshman year. How embarrassing...
But anyways I've learned and experienced about almost everything.
Let's see how was my weekend you ask?.... Let's go 1st/ 2nd person, I kind of like it that way.
It started with of course the generic freshman "pre-game" the start of all Thursday/ Friday/ Saturday nights. And with the effect that was about to sink in, but hasn't started yet, we headed off to the party. Lucky for me we know the DJ. Girls get in for free, guys get in for five, or in some cases if they wanted to rip you off, they charge you 10.
The night starts off less dangerous and predictable. Empty, but full of alcohol, that's the only pro. It starts late, the feelings get going, the jungle juice is up to the full, the keg is taken outside, smokers go to the backyard, the dance floor gets crowded, the room starts to smell like beer, empty cups are put in random places, people are starting to act a little more confident than usual and well my girlfriends come over and we dance to great music.
Then you'll have your occasional random guy come over to ask if they can dance with you and you of course reject them and keep dancing. Sometimes guys don't understand that it's better to just dance with them and keep dancing until they say no, at least you got to dance with girls a little ...right? I don't know, if I was a guy I think I would do that. ...Instead of creepily walking around roaming the dance floor all the time staring. Either dance or stay to the corner and sip your beer.
So as the night is great, I get a little lonely even if I am with my girlfriends, and I see that boy I've been eye-ing. And no I haven't been eye-ing him for the past few hours, more like the past few parties. I knew a few things about him, he's friends with the owner of the house, and I was thinking his name was Jack or Rick (Yes I'm using an alias here)...He also lives at the house I'm at and well, he's been here every time you're here. And yes...He's been eye-ing me too.
This time I'm bored I stand to the side watching him from afar, and this other guy this Asian guy, kind of normal looking asks if I want water. What a kind fellow, I accept and well he's very average, We talk, I get his name, too bad I don't remember it because all I can do is keep staring at "the guy." The guy comes over I step in front of him, and ask him for his name saying I've seen him before, he tells me his name, Zach. (alias) He asks me for mine, and also states he's seen me also, he's holding an Absolute bottle, and asks if I want to go up stairs to take shots. What a nice invite. I accept, leaving the kind water offering guy. Yikes.
We go up stairs, and he's kind of in a hurry, he goes past the bathroom line and tries to open a door next to it. it's locked, we go up another flight of stairs, finds a door that opens its dark, sketchy as fuck. All I see is a broken couch on the floor and he takes a seat, my drunk comments consisted of this is sketchy as fuck, literally, he grunts, we take one shot it burns well and very tasty. We sit in the dark, our faces get closer. And we kiss, he's soft, kind of gentle? its a drunk passionate kiss, he lays down I'm on top. As we're getting to know each other, my girlfriends text me, she calls me, I laugh, I comment, I tease, He teases back, touchingly. I'm still sitting on top of him and he tries to undress me, but I beat him to it, I took his shirt off first, we get a little sexual, just casual and I decide I didn't really want to do this. I get up with the phone in my hand talking away, saying I have to go, he grunts and touches me proactively as I leave.
I meet my girlfriends, I see the water offering guy, he comments on how I hooked up with his friend, I say w/e, I dance with him a little feeling pity for him I leave.
The emptying house becomes vacant, and we just dance like no one's watching. I dare one of my girlfriends to dance with a guy who lives in my building. She clearly rejects the dare, but I go even further and dare her to make out with him, she says hell no. Hahah, so what do I do? I dance with that guy a little, then hand my girlfriend over to him. (Yes, I hooked up with this guy a while back, he's basically well a loser, but its one of those guys who it doesn't matter if you hook up with him haha.) And well, they're dancing, they get to a wall and they hook up! I know hilarious.
Later I take her away, since they just won't keep their hands to themselves and with my girlfriends we go to a frat. They're open. And it's late in the night, so it's getting dead. We dance like there's no tomorrow, our feet hurting like fuck and our breaths smelling like alcohol, as we go I steal a bag of chips and a crown, Yes I'm classy.
We end the night going back to our dorms and dancing with the lights on blasting music like quiet hours don't exist.
Typical?
Occasionally....
I have to say a college experience is definitely something you can't describe until you experience it. Makes you think what have you been doing all your life until this point, what have we been doing that was fun? ...haha.
And then you get to a point where you're tired of this college life.
What? right....
I'm influenced by my friends opinion unfortunately.
Can't we make do without the random hook ups but the with the occasional alcoholic beverages and constant laughter? Maybe... but sometimes we find a game we're pretty good at, and so much fun.
Another thing, what have I done? I definitely act so much more confident, and not myself under this influence. I've become dominate over friends making them do things. What have I become? Does this make me controlling, does this make me feel good about myself? It makes me feel good about myself a little, yet I feel stupid for doing it. Confusing, and I'm not explaining this very clear. Good thing I'm going home for the next two weeks. I need a break.
Living next door.
