Where it happened: dorm room
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
So I had gone to an all girls’ school throughout middle school and high school, and I was in my first semester of college letting loose with the boys. I had met some guy during orientation, and we seemed to hit it off pretty well. We sorta started seeing each other, and it become clear that he was very well off. He took me on all of these nice dates, and I just was having fun but wasn’t really wanting much of anything serious. You can’t buy affection, but boy did he try to. One night after a fancy dinner, he takes me back to his dorm room (classy!) and makes me stand outside for a minute. Finally he is ready, and when I go in there are all of these red candles sitting there on square, dented up pieces of tinfoil (so the wax wouldn’t drip on his desk?). We made out for a while, and then he leans over and is like, “I think I’m getting to love you.” Umm…excuse me? Where did that come from? I hardly could say the same! And what a lame, half-ass statement of love. But I guess that was his big line to get me to go all the way or something, and I was just looking to shack up to get the awkwardness out of the way for future suitors. Cue the Enya music, and the rest was history. Sigh. It’s been five years, but still every time I hear Enya, I, too, just want to sail away, sail away, sail away just thinking about that terrible night. Needless to say, I dumped him about two weeks later.
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