I kicked off my college career as any young co-ed newly freed from parental supervision does: by drinking far too much alcohol multiple times a week, partying with other young-adult amateurs, and having copious amounts of S-E-X. Going to school in the middle of New York City meant that outside my dorm of horny weirdos I had the whole of Manhattan as my campus. There were no frats, cliques, or bonding bullshit -- but there were many, many clubs.
I befriended a lot of club promoters, friends of club promoters, and a bouncer named Chaz who wore pastel polo shirts and could bench press an Audi. And I got laid. A lot. Looking back, it's hard to remember any night where I wasn't in someone else's bed or didn't have someone in my bed. The good old days. It's a wonder I managed to keep up pretty excellent grades. Here are all the lessons I learned through my countless sexcapades.
College is full of interesting people from all over the world. Some of those lessons won't be so great. There's nothing like having sex with a Colombian man named Jorge, whilst standing in a moldy communal shower, that will make you wish for home -- the molding shower was the shitty part.
Jorge, you were great. Hey, that's college. I had sex with a bunch of assholes and even one guy who had a girlfriend back home. Do I regret it? No way! Each sexual experience you have is a part of who you are.
Every one of those dickwads I banged taught me something about the world. Not to mention, you're there for four years and then you'll never have to see these people EVER again. From the time we're little girls, we're told to be ashamed of sex and of our bodies. Honestly, who has time for that?
