<p>Kinda drunk.
Kinda fat chick approaches me at a party.
She keeps calling me Dalai Lama.
What kind of fetish is that even?
Anyway, I talk a little bit, start making out with her.
Music stops for some reason.
Apparently party is disbanding.
Ask her to come back to my room.
She says yes.
Music starts again.
Leave anyway.
Roommate's in the room.
Ask him to leave.
Can't find condom.
Exit room, run naked in the hallway to get condom from SA's door.
Come back.
Try to get hard.
Fail.
Make out more and stuff.
Whiskey dick? Not attracted to her?
Don't understand.
Ask her to spend the night (stupid).
She says no.
Cuddle for a bit.
She leaves.
All that effort for nothing.
Feel like a failure. </p>
<p>This is college confidential, 3/4 of the kids are more concerned with finding an internship freshman year than they are talking tot he opposite sex.</p>
<p>:P</p>
<p>lmao wait i lov e this…
my worst wasnt a hookup but i went to starbucks w this dude then he drives me back to my apt and he asks if we can do “something risque” in his car … im not into him so im like no… then were chatting… he asks if were gonna do anything… im like no… then hes like can i at least see your underwear. i let him… </p>
<p>lmao “can I at least see your underwear”</p>