Hear me roar.

So I sort of began to tell you about the man whore, Chris, I was hooking up with in the last post. However, after rereading his brief post-appearance, I feel that I should go into a little more detail about him.

We've begun this sort of vicious cycle that college has fueled.
We're very good friends and have a lot of chemistry but with him being a very good looking guy and college girls not being much less than SLUTS, the whole exclusive objective becomes virtually obsolete.

The vicious cycle goes a little something like this:
i) we hang out have some laughs
ii) we start drinking
iii) he hits on me and I deflect any of his attempts with some sarcasm, e.g. "I'm gonna try to kiss you tonight so drink up." "Thats going to take far too much booze to ingest in one night so good luck."
iv) i get drunk and make out with him
v) he leaves me to have sex with someone else
vi) hatred.
vii) he apologizes, we start hanging out again

Really. I allow this shit to happen.
To elaborate..

The other night a bunch of us headed downtown to a karaoke bar I've been dying to check out.
We buy a few rounds of beers and I own the stage with a little Sweet Caroline a la Neil Diamond.
Chris and I go outside for a smoke where he tries to kiss me but I'm not nearly drunk enough to allow that to happen so we head inside and buy another round.

As the night progresses, I'm feeling pretty good so I grab Chris. We both just look at each other and he leans in and kisses me. (just a peck) He turns away and goes back to flirting with the cutest girl to hold his fun-sized attention span.
Suddenly, the cops come in and they make everyone get into single-filed lines.
In case, any of you dismissed the fact that I'm 17, well I am. In other words, totally fucked.
I find Chris and hear his roommate call his name.
He grabs my hand and we start booking it to the back of the bar.
We run through an Employees Only marked door into some back storage room trailing about 15 other runaways.
The bar owners are cheering us on, yelling, "RUN, GUYS, RUN. GO GO GO!" Showing us the light at the end of the tunnel reading "EXIT" in case of a fire.
All of us pile out the bar onto some side street making a clean getaway.

Feeling like I was just apart of something bigger than myself, than a karaoke bar, something more like the underground railroad perhaps, (I was loaded give me a break) I light up a smoke and start doing a victory dance in the middle of the street.

Chris and I start making out on the sidewalk (why not? we just DIDNT get arrested) and my friend picks us up on the next street over.

We get back to our dorm and go up to his room. Shortly there after he leaves to go meet his "fuck-buddy"
I see him the next night over a cigarette outside our building.
I made it quite clear that I wanted nothing more to do with the vicious cycle I'd been allowing on account of sheer convenience and instant satisfaction- But what I hadn't taken into account, until now, was the instant disappointment that always seemed to follow the satisfaction. I'm tired of just allowing things like this to happen. I'm tired of asking, why me? Well, because I let it be me.
No more, folks. Chris might be a babe and a very good kisser but on a college campus, he's a dime a dozen.

He, of course, was very understanding.

Since being at college I can say I've been to two completely excellent concerts: Built to Spill and Jenny Lewis.
Both performances were completely riveting.

For Jenny Lewis, my sister accompanied me to the Schubert Theatre in New Haven, CT. Midway there from school I realize I forgot the tickets in my other purse..ugh.
So we turned around in a speedy fashion and ended up being 15 min late for the show, only catching the second half of the first performance by a guy named Michael Runion. I was totally impressed by him and ended up saying hello between sets.
He was walking up one of the aisles so I decided to say hello and ask whether or not he was selling cds.
He was so ridiculously nice and seemed a bit nervous too. He asked my name and then even remembered it after the show when I came to the merch table to purchase one of my new favorite cds.
Its real folk-y, which I'm into...and it has excellent lyrics.

Off of one track, called "Soft Hands", some lyrics I completely adore read:
"We'll slip into the streets drunk as lonely soldiers and we'll own the night like vandals 'til the morning burns our eyes"

pretty good, right? I dig it. and I'd like to think its my current college mantra but that might be overestimating my social life.

As for the gents...well if this sums it up: water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink.
They're all okay...I was hooking up with one for a while but he's just a whole mess of confusion that right now in my life, I really don't need. I'm the kind of girl that would always prefer a relationship over single life but college is just a different animal.

Dating doesn't exist here. Dating consists of: I'll buy you a drink as leverage for dome later on.
Fortunately, if you're going to make stupid decisions, I've come to the right place!

Just last night, me and my girl Georgia went to a bar just off campus. We showed up and this boy, we'll call Jake, was sitting in the booth next to us. I knew from the start he wanted my goods but he gave me douche vibes so I kept a distance.
We bought a few pitchers and worked the crowd a little bit.
Surprise Surprise, my ex-hook-up-big-mess-but-such-a-babe guy shows up and he greets me with a big hug so we start dancing a little and he kisses my neck a couple times but I don't really play into it.
Eventually he starts doing his own thing and I see Jake.
He asks what I've been up to and I said, dancing! So he asks me for a dance and I ask if he's any good so he says, "Lets go find out!"

As it turns out, he is. However, I like to leave sex to the bedroom and not the dance floor so you going up and down my shirt and pants while rhythmically humping me to some techno song...not my cup of tea. Of course, ex-guy is dancing next to me with some girl and keeps looking over at me and then kisses the girl he dances with.
To retaliate I of course do the same only to experience a sudden distasteful jabbing of the tongue motion..
I said I needed to get some air, grabbed Georgia and got the fuck out of there.

I felt dirty afterwards. But it was in the name of revenge damnit!