I attempted "college" once - if you count community college...
🕑 Added 2021-06-01 04:15:13 +0000 UTC
I attempted "college" once - if you count community college. It was pretty boring, but I did enjoy one class called "the graphic novel as literature" because it involved reading comics, learning about comics, and there was a super hot guy in the class that didn't look the nerdy type like the rest of us. He was a 10 in a room of 7s (at best) and when we were told to pair up for a project, I was shocked when he approached me. I may not look it from on here, but in real life I am INCREDIBLY shy, just a quiet little nerd with my brain lost in something far more fantastical than humanity, so this was actually the very first time I'd been partnered with someone for a project that wasn't chosen by the teacher - I was that person who got picked last for every single team in school.
But, suddenly I had a project partner. A very attractive one. I'm not one for *really* caring about looks (the majority of my exes could prove that) but to have this close to perfect looking person even talking to me had my stomach fluttering.
I don't remember discussing anything about the project at all, but I do remember going to his house and learning fairly quickly that there was more to this guy than his pretty exterior. His taste in music seemed selected just for me somehow... Who knew people still listened to Joy Division?! đ
He talked about his girlfriend, and I talked about my boyfriend, but I more enthusiastically talked of how humans weren't meant to be monogamous.
His cock was as beautiful as the rest of him, and I'd never felt something so big inside of me. He filled me up in the most delicious way! I remember tumbling off of his bed onto the floor and, in the darkness, I had a moment of self conscious hatred of myself.
"Do you think I'm hot?" I asked him.
"Do you think this is hot?" He asked as he pulled himself from me, except for the head of his hard cock, and then slammed himself back into me with one hard stroke.
One night, he knew I was getting off work soon, so during the end of night talk between me, my closing shift coworkers and the closing shift manager, there is suddenly this beautiful creature riding a longboard back and forth past the sliding glass entrance doors. "Who's that?" "Oh my god, look at him!" and giggles came from the girls in the group, before my bright red cheeks gave it away and I shyly mumbled, "that's my friend..."
"That's the guy from your class?!" A coworker exclaimed.
And not caring at all about the end of day talk being interrupted, my manager said, "and you're choosing your boyfriend over him?"
He was somebody I truly enjoyed being around. I left my boyfriend's house late at night just to cuddle with this guy in the backseat of my car for a few hours before starting work at 4am.. I guess I'm just talking about this now because I'm horny and feeling nostalgic. I wish I'd pursued dating him, who knows what could have happened? At the time, I was dating the man who provided me with the heroin I was already addicted to, and the hot guy from my "college" class wanted me to stop using heroin (how dare he, right? đ), so of course my mentally ill, addict brain made one of it's many bad decisions.
The moral of this story:
Don't ever think someone is out of your league and remember your kindnesses or fun times may be more lovingly remembered than you think! đ
I wanted to bring this up because earlier today somebody was saying I am "out of their league" - remember: you don't know me! Don't put yourself down! đ We might have more in common than you'd guess~
