Today in my psychology of human sexuality class we were talking about the basises of love, and how relationships start, blah blah blah. My professor asked the class to share, and most everyone who raised their hand shared a story that went something along these lines:
“We were close friends for a while / went to high school together / had a mutual friend, and realized we liked each other more than friends / fell head over heals in love /things just escalated from there” …you get the point.
The average girl might just keep to herself, but no, not me.
“We drunkenly hooked up on a washing machine.”
Sure, my comment offered some comedic relief, but I spoke the truth, and really wanted to make a point. Where do most relationships start in college? Because I can assure, the vast majority of those hopeless romantic wannabes that shared in my sex class had to have been sugar coating the truth at least an eency bit.
Until I met my current fiance Adam (the laundry room lover), every single one of my sexual encounters / dip into the pool of the college dating scene occurred with the help of alcohol. In fact, though Adam was far from my first time, he was my first sober lay. You can’t tell me I’m the exception.
This isn’t Smalltown, USA circa 1965, this is State College, Pennsylvania, the home of the nortorious Penn State University. We pride ourselves in being ranked within the top few party schools (we were actually number one when I started my freshman year in 2009) and we’re sure as hell not a bunch of virgins.
Beaver Avenue is painted with Walk-of-Shames even on Tuesday mornings, and some sororities have even been known to make a game out of hooking up with as many brothers at a certain fraternity for points when pledging.
Everyone is doing it, whether “it” simply means making making out against the wall in the basement of Alpha Sig or high-fiving your bud mid-Eiffel Tower in your apartment.
To be continued…
