I am sure that it is safe to say that everyone has participated in a drinking game at one point in their life. They can be a good time. They help pass the time. They can get you drunk very quick. Things can get out of hand with drinking games as well. Most of the time though it is fun for everyone.
My freshman year at La Roche College was a lot of partying. It was not like partying was something new to me either. I happened to go the party and social route instead of the bookworm path. A couple of my girlfriends from high school came to visit me up at college. There was not much going on that night, so we decided to go over to the guys house off campus. There were four to five guys that lived there. I met them my senior year of high school and we all became friends. The guys usually could make a random night a lot of fun. I do not remember what all we were drinking, but I do know there was Peach Schnapps there. We decided to play the game ice tray.
If you do not know what that is, I will explain it for you. You need an empty ice tray and a quarter. Each player gets to bounce the quarter off the table into the ice tray. The left side you give out drinks and the right side you take the drinks. The cube opening it lands in decides the drink count. If you keep getting the quarter in the left side, your turn gets extended until you miss. If you get it in the same cube opening, you get to make a rule. You get to make a rule if you land the quarter on the divider on the tray.
The girls and myself were playing the game with a couple of the guys. I was seeing Theo on and off since my senior year of high school. He wanted no parts of me that evening. I am sure it had to do with me being ‘Black Out Betty.’ Ethan and Tommy played with us though. One of the guys made a rule that you had to lose an article of clothing. I do not remember past sitting in my bra and taking off my pants. The evening turned into a black hole in my memory.
I was on campus and someone mentioned something about a video camera on that black out evening from the previous weekend. I went into full panic mode. I did not remember anything after a certain point that night let alone a video camera out capturing the festivities. I learned that Tommy video tapped Ethan spanking me bent over in a G-string. ::not one of my prouder moments:: The bigger problem than the obvious one was that Ethan had a girlfriend. She would shit bricks if she saw that video. I made Tommy come over to my dorm to show me the video. I was beyond mortified. It also freaked me out that I had no recollection of anything I was seeing in front of me. I made him video tape my floor to tape over it. That way I knew it was gone forever.
The guys had a house party that weekend. They video tapped the party as usual. The morning after they were sitting in the living room with their girlfriends and put the video tape in to watch. Ethan had a weird feeling. He couldn’t remember what was on that video tape and then it hit him. He had a moment of panic thinking his girlfriend was about to see me basically naked, bent over, and him smacking my ass. However, they all got to see a random floor on the video before the party part started on the tape. Thank god that Britney Leigh saved the day for everyone!
Who has ever used an online anything to get sex? I am sure there are quite a few people with their hands raised up in the air. There are “dating” websites like Plenty of Fish, Match.com, etc. Some people use social media as an outlet. Those used to be chat rooms, ICQ, AOL, and My Space. You used to go in a chat room saying, “A/S/L.” Ha. Now we have FaceBook, LinkedIn, Tinder, Craigslist, and many more. All of these options are out there for people to dip into some strangers cookie jars.
I am guilty of using My Space once for sex. It was back in the spring of 2008. Harvey was a mutual friend of a lot of my good friends. I sent him a request. We flirted back and forth online for a while. My girls and I were drinking at Hollie’s apartment in Oakland one night. I hit up Harvey seeing if he wanted to come over and drink with us. I did not think he would bite, but he was down to hang out. It was the first time we were going to meet in person. We were all playing drinking games and having a good time. The girls eventually went to bed. It was down to Harvey and I up on the couch. Yes, I slept with him on the couch. It was pretty good sex too. I had no shame in my game. You have to get it while the gettin’s good. We actually became really good friends. Harvey was my one friend who got me interested into watching professional hockey.
Besides that one time, I do not use dating applications or websites. I prefer the good ‘ol fashioned meet someone in a bar type romping over the cyber sex requests especially after the Craigslist killer happened.
I found out one of my ex-boyfriends is using Craiglist for sex. I do not want to use his name I chose for him on here to spare him any jokes. He has responded to a handful of Craiglist adds for sex. I find so much humor in it. I would think even Tinder is better than Craigslist. Tinder is pretty bottom of the barrel too. If you respond to an add, you might as well ask for a shot afterwards. I did not think anyone even did that anymore especially after that killer surfaced that was using Craigslist to kill people. A lot of people have asked me how it makes me feel. Well, that very weekend I heard this news, I was up late talking to a very attractive Ron Burgundy kind of friend. He is kind of a big deal. He was driving to his next gig and we were entertaining one another. I got myself off four times in two hours. Lets go back to the question of how does it make me feel…It makes me feel like I am “winning” in life over him. True story.
It is pretty sad and scary if you have to stoop to Craigslist for sex. I mean you should have some standards. You would be better off calling hookers out of the back of a phone book. I know why some people use the crutch of online dating because they may not be social enough to meet people while they’re out on the town. Or maybe some people do not have time to go out and online profiles are easier to weed out the sub par dudes. Different strokes for different folks. I would just like to know what kind of pickle is going in my deli. My deli is not open for everyone and I do not want to end up on a milk carton. My friends would never find me because those lushes never drink milk.
Every person has at least one friend who has had more boyfriends and girlfriends than the amount of times you change your underwear in a week. It is bad when even I can’t keep up with every guy or girl you have dated in your life. I have a pretty good memory too. Are these people so afraid of being alone that they would rather be with all the wrong people? Or are these people just doing it for the fun and the perks of it?
I have had a total of five serious boyfriends in my life and I am 32 years old. I have dated and hung out with other guys throughout my walk in life. They did not get the label like the clothes that hang in my closet. I have not always had thee greatest taste in men. Out of the five boyfriends, I am only on friend terms with two of them. The other three could get hit by a car and not phase me. I am sure that sounds horrid, but they are a part of some reasons why I am guarded when it comes to my heart. The other reasons would be seeing other relationships and marriages. Those ones make me feel grateful for being single. I would rather be single and happy than with someone and miserable. I do not want to be the schmuck ever again. The schmuck who has their significant other cheating on them.
I am grateful that I am able to stand on my own two feet and say I am happy. It is an amazing feeling to say that and be sincere in meaning it. I have three jobs. I also have a fun hobby of writing. I just purchased my first home. It feels incredible to have all of that and know I am the one responsible for it and my happiness in life. I did not need a man to make any of those things possible for me. There are not many people who can stand on their own two feet and be happy with just themselves. It helps you get to know yourself better. It also helps you realize you do not “need” someone in your life to feel complete. You have to know how to love yourself and feel complete in life before you can find someone to “compliment” you.