So I ran into my old KappaSig crush who we will call "Max" this past weekend. (Long story short, we hooked up some, I wanted him for about a year, and he thought I was pyschotic.) My boyfriend Cape had already left the party to go pass out, so I forced my guyfriend Jim to put his arm around me and cart me out onto the balcony to escape the awkwardness. Seeing Max reminded me of all these awful fratty times of objectification and, ultimately, rejection.
Luckily I wasn't a complete pansy. I gathered myself together after a few Shiners, and I ended up having a heart-to-heart with Jim, who I sometimes think wants to fuck me but whatever.
Drunk and emotional, we started talking about love and how Jim was all super in love with his ex girlfriend. Having never fallen in love with anyone, I asked, "Is falling in love like an orgasm, you know-- where if you're not sure you have had one... then, clearly, you haven't?"
Jim couldn't answer me, because he said none of his orgasms were ever very iffy since he doesn't have a vagina. Then we started talking about vaginas. Then we started talking about my vagina, and I got uncomfortable and left.
Oh and apparently I passed out completely naked on my boyfriend's bed with the door open. His roommate saw. How awesome am I?
