Toying Around
My freshman year at college was a total bust! I had more homework than ever. I had three (just three) dates, all with debutantes undecided on what they wanted to do with their lives, and worst yet, undecided if it was time to lose their cherries. Maybe they were too well trained (as in: get a commitment, get a ring, get blackmail photos), but my blue balls were nowhere near as patient. Self abuse and passing marks were (sadly) my best course of action. Maybe I'd do better during sophomore...