Back in college I wasn't exactly a Romeo or a smooth operator. I got my share of action, but I was a little shy. All of that ended about halfway through sophomore year. It was a 4 month conversation and courtship but it can be summarized thusly:
"Hey, your that red-shirt on the volleyball team."
"What's your major?"
"So let me get this straight. Your cute, a great athlete and going to be a doctor?"
"What are you doing Friday?"
"Wanna go out?"
"Oh yeah, and what are you doing for the next 50 years?"
That was it. No more pick up lines or chance encounters at bar close. But before I was off the market there was this one night. One night that I have been keeping to myself that I finally decided to reveal.
I was 19. Two years short of legal. I strolled into the bar just like every other underage student in the place. Not a flash of an ID, just a raise of the eyebrows to Chip, the owner. The bar was small. 6 stools, 5 tables, 4 booths and a dart board. That was all the floor space. I spotted a couple of my buddies in the back booth. They were with some girls I had never seen before. I assumed they were freshmen, easy targets. I pushed through to the bar and asked Mike for 6 bottles. Per usual I passed Mike a $20, he passed me 6 bottles and my change, $25. I left $10 on the bar, it was quicly moved into the tip jar. Poor Chip.
As I squeezed through the throngs of people I noticed that my friends had engaged the three nubiles in some card action. A little "asshole" to lubricate the evening. I sat on the shorthanded side of the table. Some how I was on the two girl one guy side.
It was about 11 at night. We had a good three hours worth of booze to consume. The cards kept flying. We drew high cards to see who would pound beers. We played 2 card poker, loser bought the next round. We continued to play "asshole". When bar close rolled around I noticed a few things. First, I hadn't bought a round since the first due to my mad card skills, second I was drunk and third the girl to my left had her hand on my thigh and was moving it ever closer to my package.
Now I might be shy, but I'm not dumb. Chip turned up the lights and I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the door. Shit. My dorm was a hike and a half. Luckily for me she suggested her place. Her roommate was out of town. Nice. A couple of blocks later and we were home.
We get to her room and she goes straight for the christmas lights that are strung around the room. She plugs them in and the whole place is aglow in a soft yellow light. Its just enough light to make my way through the room, but not enough to see the fine details.
By the time I moved across the room she already had her clothes off. Before I could grab hold of her she was on her knees working my belt and zipper. I was dazed and confused. A few things kept running through my head. First was JACKPOT. Second were a string of drunken thoughts. This was not a freshman dorm, I cannot remember this girls name, I don't think she ever told me her name, man that's a nice set of ...., WOW how'd she do that, believe it or not I think I can go again etc.
Remember, I was only 19 and until then the best I'd had was from fumbling around in the back of a car or in a basement with parents a mere staircase away. I had triumphed over a couple of drunken sorority chicks in the previous year, but they were really cold fish. This was truly a woman of the world.
After a couple of hours, the exertion and beer finally got the better of me. I passed out. I awoke well after noon. This sense of sober and awkwardness crept into my mind. I laid there still, faking sleep. The thoughts from the previous night re-emerged. JACKPOT ,this was not a freshman dorm, I cannot remember this girls name, I don't think she ever told me her name, wow I can't believe what she did to me last night, I can't believe I went that long. I cannot remember this girls name.
I CANNOT REMEBER THIS GIRLS NAME!
She started to stir and I was truly panicked. I peeked one eye open to find her up on her elbow staring and smiling at me.
"Wow, Chilly, you were fantastic last night."
"Thanks, you were pretty great yourself."
She rolled over on top of me, her body between my legs. I felt myself getting ready to go again. She felt the same.
"I'm going to do the same thing I did to you last night. Only this time I want you to scream my name the whole time."
Fuck. She is for sure not a freshman. I definitely don't know her name.
"Um,okay" I squeeze out meekly.
She starts to it. I am noticably silent. She notices.
"Come on, yell my name!" she pants.
she pauses. I hope its just a pause.
"After all of this, you don't know MY NAME?"
"Uh, I don't think you told me."
"I shouldn't have to tell you, you should know who I am."
Wait a minute. I should know your name, I think. I am totally confused. I have never seen her before.
She thrusts her knee into my groin as hard as possible.
"My name," she pauses.
She dragged me to the door and threw me out, without my clothes, of course.