I still cry myself to sleep about this
Id actually supressed this so much I completely forgot about it. I was only reminded of it before and the memories came flooding back. Unfortunately. And Im really scared to write about it just incase someone happens to work out who I am by it. Oh well.

It was only a couple of years ago when I was in college and mother and father had gone off on a jaunt somewhere around the globe and palmed my brother off on the grandprarents so I had the house to myself. So as any self-respecting teenager would do, I had a party.

It was a pretty random bunch of people because we'd all been booted out of a pub for being underage and shouting 'party at mine' seemed to go down rather well with everyone within a 100m radius. Anywaay we all got drunk and had a merry time. Nothing too disruptive just loud music and plenty of beer with everyone leaving at about 4ish.

Just as the last few people left one of my friends rang me for a chat. He worked in a bar in town and was walking home. He mentioned that he had a chinese so I invited him round to share. Anyway it mustn’t have been long before we were sexing away.

But I don’t remember.

It was obvious that we did, considering I woke up next to him being very naked. However, it seemed that an entire bottle of rum was hindering my memory. Anyway I told him to get dressed and booted him out in the nicest way possible and sat in a world of shame for about an hour before I had to go to work.

This doesn’t seem that bad, however:
I was only 17
I went to a small college
He was College President
Therefore he was extremely popular
Oh.. and everyone thought he was gay
And he was a virgin.

And during the course of the day went on to tell anyone and everyone that would listen.

I finished work and had 30+ missed calls on my phone from people wanting to know what happened.

Even worse was that when I went to college on tuesday (I skived the monday, Im not daft) no-one breathed a word about it to me. Even my friends didnt say a word. But EVERYONE knew. Theres nothing worse than knowing that 150 people know everything about your weekend antics teemed with the paranoia of everyone talking about you everytime you walk past. Which they did. I was told.

Only 4 people from college have ever spoken to me about it ever.

I like to hope people forget things easily.


*cries in shame*
(i should have joined myspace, Mon 1 Dec 2008, 22:07, 2 replies)

*hugs*
Been there. Oh god have I been there. Not with your college president, admittedly, but yep I understand exactly the feeling you describe.

And oddly it involved rum.

He sounds like a cock, btw...

*hugs again*
(Rakky (forgot her password) The muffin maverick, Tue 2 Dec 2008, 9:07, closed)

I can see
where him telling everybody was a cringeworthy event, but thats teenage boys for you.

But you were of a legal age, and it was an opposite-sex happening rather than same sex.
(If that makes you feel any better.)
(paof2 Nude might not be rude, but rude could be nude..., Tue 2 Dec 2008, 9:31, closed)