[F]ast ti[m]es at college

There is an exemplar gonewildstory nested herein, but this post is more an observation of gone wild lifestyle vs. actual stories.

When I was in college in the mid-late '90's, I really wanted to be in a committed relationship. I was always on the lookout for a girlfriend. But I also absolutely loved the hookup culture of university life. We didn't use the term "hookup culture" back then, but there definitely was such a culture at my (and I'm sure most other) colleges.

When I would have the opportunity to go home with (or take home) a woman from a bar or party, I could never resist that temptation. And while I typically didn't have sexual intercourse with them, it was pretty much a given that we'd do oral. It was so much fun, and I always wanted to do it again and go out exclusively with them. Sadly, when I would call (because I'd always ask for their number), I would seldom get an actual date. I inferred it was because we had gone too far on the first night, and I was relegated to 'random hookup' status. Does that ring true to any of you?

So the next weekend, I'd be prowling all over again. And if I was lucky enough to meet a woman I'd make the same mistake all over again. I remember one woman in particular, Julia, who I really wanted to date. I had actually met her that prior Winter Break as she came out to some local bars with my buddies as she had gone on some casual dates with one of my friends. She attended my school and, lo and behold, we happened to be at the same bar one night early the following semester. At bar time, I asked her if she wanted to come back to my apartment. She said she would. I remember saying to myself on the walk, "Whatever you do, don't go down on her. Just keep things lite the first time." Fifteen minutes later, we were completely naked on my bed. She sat on my face, so now I'm licking her upside down, her hairy pussy while she's giving me a hand job. I distinctly remember the bittersweet quality of the hook-up: on the one hand, I wanted to go down on her, and, yes, it was very pleasurable for me (and it would seem, her), but I also recall thinking, 'The second you lick her vagina, you're going to blow any possible relationship.'

I called two days after, and while she did take my call, when I asked her out she bluntly told me, she'd rather not take things any further. So the most that came out of it was I gained an Inuit (or as we ignorantly called it back then 'Eskimo') brother in the form of my buddy who hooked up with her in our hometown. And I suppose that was a silver lining because we still recollect the shared experience to this very day.

Sure there were some women that I was able to take out a few times, but typically these did not result from the bar/fraternity party hookup culture.