One girl. One college. Three thousand guys. This blog is a blow-by-blow [yes, that was a dirty pun] account of the social (and usually sexual) misadventures of a commitment-phobic and ironically promiscuous virgin.

Friday, November 10, 2006


I just got off the phone with Chuck. If you are not surprised (and delighted) by this, then you are clearly not me. Or you probably haven't read any of the earlier posts.

A quick timeline of our relationship:

1.) Meet in September 2.) Don't speak for a month. Pass each other on the street without acknowledgment. 3.) Meet again at a part. Crawl through a dirty basement. Read poetry. Make out. He gets chased off by a security guard. 4.) Facebook messages one-three. 5.) Facebook Friendship and messages four-five. Email. 6.) Hour long phone conversation. 7.) More email.

Did I mention that 5-7 all happened tonight? We're not even in the same state. Not even on the same coast.

Why do I feel strangely satisfied?


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