University of Maryland
DATING
During my sophomore and junior years in college I worked at Camden Yards during baseball season taking fan photos. We had to take 500 photos per night and I got 80 % of my quota filled by flirting with guys and giving them( not) my phone number in exchange for them letting me take their picture. Every now and then there were actually some cute guys that I would cross paths with and I would give up the real digits. This one guy kept walking through my section and looking at me but, he had already denied me of a picture and I’ m not one to chase. In the 7th inning he came up to me and said.“ I usually don’ t do this, but I think
and wanted to know if I could get your number and go out sometime?” A much more gentlemanly approach than I was used to in the ball park. I was flattered and he was cute so gave him my number. A week later he asked me out to dinner and I said no, but my friends insisted that I always push guys away and that I need to go. Reluctantly I called him back to change my answer. As my roommates were all cooking dinner and doing their homework I was getting more and more nervous for my date. They pulled out a handle of captain and demanded I take a few shots to calm my nerves. The guy ended up being an hour and a half late and I was sufficiently drunk. As I walked out of our apartment building there were two cars sitting there and apparently my date saw no reason to get out of the car to help me figure out which one was his. In retrospect I should have just walked back inside at that time. Thankfully I picked the right car and was greeted by his exhale of cigarrette smoke. This was the second point in time that I should have called it quits. During the actual dinner he left me 3 times to smoke, threw a shrimp at the waiter and had 4 drinks in an hour. He also fist bumped me upwards of eleven times...“ pound it,”“ give me some knuckles,”“ kiss fists.” We finished dinner. I did, have to leave the tip because he didn’ t want to break a hundred dollar bill. Only after I convinced him not to stop at a bar in the middle of the North Avenue / Bel Air Road area( the worst part of Baltimore), he took me home. To top it all off this guy was a season ticket holder and I had to see him every game for the rest of the season.
Philadelphia University
One Thursday night, I decided to go out with my roommates and friends to our favorite bar, Mad River. Still 20 at the time, I was borrowing a friend’ s actual ID for the night so I was really excited to go out and have a definite way of getting into the bar. In excitement, I decided to pregame with mixed drinks and continue with you’ re really
cute shots of 90-proof rum
To say I was drunk in the car ride to Mad River is an understatement. But I didn’ t stop there; when I got into the bar I decided to pay for the open bar to get the most for my money and continued to drink Vodka Sodas. One drink led to another and next thing I know I’ m opening the door to my house with a random guy in tote. The rest of the night remains a blur … The next morning I wake up to a room that looks as if an earthquake erupted. The sheets and pillows were sprawled everywhere, clothes hung over every ledge, and my jewelry was disheveled and broken all over the floor. As I try and piece the night together, I begin looking for my purse and wallet. Remember when I said I borrowed my friend’ s actual ID? Yeah, well I lost it. And the worst part, I could not remember the cab company I took home to call and ask if they found a wallet. Better yet, I couldn’ t call Mad River and ask them to check the lost and found for an ID that wasn’ t mine. I was screwed. Oh and the guy I brought home was nowhere to be found
I did not remember his name, nor did I get his number, nor did I remember what he looked like, so he was no help in finding the lost wallet / ID. At this point … I was freaking out.
Later that night, I had not told my friend I lost her ID yet, but I did get a text message from a random number that said“ So did you sleep all day?” I did not recognize the number, but I assumed it was the random guy I brought home, so I decided to play it cool. Unfortunately, I had absolutely no idea what his name was and was eager to find out. My genius roommate and I came up with a plan to decipher his name, I gave her his number, she called him and said“ hello?... wait who is this” he replied“ Hello?... this is Dave *” my roommate quickly answered“ sorry wrong number” and hung up the phone. So the first mystery of the night was solved … After finding out Dave’ s name and continuing on with our texting I asked him how he got home that morning. He replied that he walked, so the next thing I found out is that he lives a short three blocks away. Finally, my roommate ended up stalking this guy out on Facebook and comes to find the biggest surprise of all … he’ s seven years ol` not sure that he knows how old I really am, or better yet that I am not legally able to go to the bars with him. I never found my friend’ s ID, I paid her to get it replaced, but things between us have not been the same since I lost it. And to this day, I still cannot remember anything that happened that Thursday night.
Elon University confessions
On my First day of my sophomore year I accidentally bumped into a girl, apologized and continued on my way. Not even a minute later I realized she was still behind me and I stopped to Find out where she was going.. conveniently the same place as I was. We chatted as we walked and I really liked how she spoke. Not like the rest of the kids at my school, almost.. accomplished I guess? Very reserved but conf Ident, not showy like the sororidiots. Before we got to the building I mustered up my courage and asked if she might like to go out sometime since she was new. I told her that even though we’ d talked for maybe 5 minutes, I got a feeling that she was a pretty genuine person and that I thought she was a pretty girl. She blushed and actually said yes, she’ d like to see me sometime and I could show her the local hangouts on the weekend. I was like DAMN score! We walked into the classroom and I sat down, hoping maybe she’ d sit next to me. I just kind of watched as she put her things down on the front desk. I was about to tell her that the front is for the teacher as a joke and then realized that she actually was the teacher. I sat through that one class and dropped it as soon as I got home. It was the most embarrassing hour....
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