Welcome to college.
College: suppressed sexuality during the day and drunk raging hormones by dark.
College. Either you love it or you hate it. You either meet the love of your life, or end up scattering your v-card in tiny pieces like birdseed among every frat house on Greek row.
College. Just three simple words between intoxicated young lovers can change the meaning of an entire relationship. “Wanna hang out?” Hanging out doesn’t mean what it used to folks. Hanging out a.k.a “hooking up” is what our generation has termed anything in between a hot and heavy make-out session to doing it and everything in between. For those long hours past the bar scene, what used to be a true friendship between two parties advances to insatiable satisfaction and years of unexpressed desire.
Until the alcohol wears off. With the rising sun comes rising embarrassment. Now you no longer have a friend, or a boyfriend (as if it was ever going to become that) you just have that guy at the party that you loved for 3 hours 2 weeks ago, Saturday. Too bad you can’t say hi – that would be way too awkward.
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