Here lies the much awaited thread about me dating in college. You're welcome Legion and Gorilla.
Basically, I'm posting one story for now, more to come which I'll link to in the first post.
Entering my junior year in college, I had yet to really date. No girlfriends, a few drunk hook ups, but nothing of consequence.
In order to rectify this situation with female companionship, I set out with the goal of dating.
The semester was a week away from starting and I had just moved into my apartment. The rugby team decided to host a cook out.
My douche bag roommate decided to take one of the wings from the girls team to the cookout in the hopes of continuing his streak of unsatisfied and morally bankrupt conquests. Before the cookout we went to pick her up and grab some hot dogs and stuff at walmart. We stroll throughout the walmart, I pick up some Bar-S dogs, make some snarky remarks about my roommate and keep her entertained in the RARE lulls in his egoist diatribe. We show up at the cookout and its us, a few alumns who I drink with occasionally, some freshman and a few of the more forwardy of the girls team. Things progress as about 9 of us go through some keystones and hot dogs until someone decides to hit the liquor store. Having not drunk all summer while living with my parents, I'm pretty toasty at this point. I chow down on a few more hotdogs and await the return of my drinking buddies, trying to blot out my roommates not so clever innuendos towards his companion.
The alumns return with Boone's farm and I take two gulps. At this point, I've promised my undying friendship to the bringer of booze, and songs are beginning to be sung by the more drunk among us as we throw empties into a campfire and jump over top.
This continues for about half an hour until someone decides we need to go back to someones apartment or hit a bar before the cops come. My roommate and the alumns head off to a watering hole as I prepare for a fun mile of stumbling back to my residence. At this point my roommates companion invites me and some of the freshman back to her house for more drinking. I heartily accept and hop in the back of someones pickup. Once we arrive, I'm at the point where I have to close one eye just to keep the room straight, and someone decides its time to quiz the non-freshman about college life as he sits between the two attractive homeowners. As such, my predicament of essentially zero dating and sex life comes out. This results in much ado from the two female housemates present, and while my drunk mind keeps praying for a threesome, all they keep saying is "date". I agree, and then go to grab another brew to drown my sorrow at the lack of the terms "menage", "a", and "tois" from their proposal. I proceed to grab said beer, and attempt to start walking the 4 miles home at 3 AM. As such my roommate's former companion immediately runs in and says no way, offering to drive me back to my apartment.
Along the way we pass the time with my musings on American government, and her confession of being a closet nerd who loves Jurassic Park and dinosaurs. The night ends with my stumbling inside to my bed, passing out in the shower and having to ask my roommate for her number as the number on my hand is now a smear.
More on the actual first date later. I figured back story was necessary.
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