I'm Back!

I received a message from someone that actually read my blog and wanted to read more! This has brought me back here to re-kindle the blog magic.

I'm going completely out of order here with my stories, but I'm going to tell you about the very brief sexual encounter I had with a guy I nicknamed "emo Alex."


Freshman year there was this guy in my econ class that looked emo but I thought he was cute. I secretly pined for him, but never had the guts to talk to him. Except maybe when I was drunk, but even then he didn't hang out with mutual friends that often, so I didn't have a lot of chances to try and talk to him when I was drunk.

One fateful night I got him to come to my dorm room with me (don't ask me how, I don't remember). We got naked and started to go at it but he stopped and said he didn't think he could do this. I'm like "UM why?" He was literally in me for two seconds and stopped. He said he just broke up with his girlfriend and he wasn't sure about things and so I just said "Yes you can do this" and tried to kiss him and be sexy. He went along with it for maybe five seconds and then stopped and said he couldn't do this. I tried again to get him to cooperate, but he wouldn't. I don't technically remember what happened after that, like maybe he quietly got dressed and I laid in bed with a pouty face? Or maybe he got dressed and I called him an emo boy. Anyway, I obviously told my friends about it and every time we saw him after that we whispered about emo boy.

The Proctor

In our dorms they had proctors who sat at a desk and swiped your ID so you could get in, to keep out the crazies. Well freshman year there was this one proctor who I thought looked cool, a little mysterious perhaps. Of course I was shy when I was sober, so I never actually talked to him.  But one night I went to a small party and the proctor was there! I got super drunk and don't remember that night, but apparently I hooked up with the proctor. He told me the next day that he was licking my nipple in front of other people at the party and I didn't seem to mind. Wtf.

 

 

I don't really remember much about our flings, except that I liked having sex with him.  Problem was, I got attached.  And he didn't want to date me.  So he was basically my booty call.  I remember he used to wear rollerblades to get around.  He was the only guy on campus who had rollerblades.  Why did I find this guy attractive??  He had some other oddball habits, too.  He would collect cigarette packages to get the proof of purchase to send in for free gear, but he didn't smoke.  He thought he was pretty cool.  I guess back then I was so desperate for someone to like me that I tolerated his strangeness. 

 

Eventually things fizzled, and then he got a girlfriend.  So that kind of hurt.  It took me a while to get over him because he was the first guy I hooked up on a regular basis.  I graduated in 2009 and in my Facebook message history the last time we talked was in 2010, just random chit chat.  No lie, the other day he messaged me and said I should come visit him.  I haven't talked to this guy in like 4 or 5 years, and he doesn't even start the conversation normally with a "hi" he just says I should visit him.  Sadly, I'm actually thinking about doing it.