I jokingly asked if she was 18, and she said just barely (offering alcohol to minors if you were an upperclassmen was both frowned upon SERIOUSLY and ironically overlooked.I jokingly asked if she was 18, and she said just barely (offering alcohol to minors if you were an upperclassmen was both frowned upon SERIOUSLY and ironically overlooked. Freshman were going to find a way to do as they pleased anyhow. So Kati accepted a beer, and we started talking. She thought my room was amazing, and I thought she had great tits, considering the way they were pushing out her t-shirt. Anyhow, nothing happened that afternoon, but what I didn't know (until later) was that when she left, she ran to her room to tell her roommate that she had met this JUNIOR with the most fantastic room. She called me up to see if I was still planning on renting a movie with my friend Marc, and if so could she come, and bring along her roommate. I agreed, and after calling Marc, managed to convince him to spend some time frosh-trim hunting. This was *orientation*, after all. Marc and I both know this guy from the previous Summer who described his orientation weeks as an upperclassman: If you don't get laid the first night, you might as well stop trying. I thought this was pretty sexist; although I wanted sex as much as the next guy; I (Don't think I'm a wimp; I'm just too educated to treat women like dirt) just didn't think it was worth fucking someone over after fucking them. |