"I can't find my thunder!"

What does sex have to do with a research presentation on Global Warming? Nothing, but that’s what I was thinking about in English as people gave their presentations. I blame the hot guy in the second row. He looks like Brad Pitt in Fight Club.

No, really.

Despite rumors, college is far worse than high school in terms of hormones. In high school, at least most girls pretended to hide their “desires of the flesh”, but in college, the girls… well, they go wild.

In Humanities, which is taught by a very good-looking professor, my friend “Meredith” shifts uncomfortably in the seat next to me. “Y’know when you’re so horny you can’t concentrate?” she leans in closer. “That is how. I. Feel. Right. Now,” she whispers over the lecture.
“I’ve lost the last twenty minutes,” I admit, putting my pen down in defeat. “I’m not learning today.”’
“Ugh,” Meredith fidgets some more. “What the hell is he even talking about? Gisoseppe Verdi? What the hell?”

“I finally had sex last night!” a girl friend of mine tells me over a giddy phone conversation.
“What?” I’m shocked. I’d known her since I was twelve, back when I had bangs.
“Yeah, yeah,” she says again, “With this guy I met at the party.”
“Let me get this straight,” I sigh, “You had sex.”
“Yeah.”
“With a guy you had only just met at a party.”
“Yeah.”
“Were you drunk?” I ask.
‘Well, psh, yeah. Obviously,” she tosses back as if we’re talking about how cute Jared Leto was in last night’s episode of My So-Called Life.

“This is what college is all about,” a once nerdy but now-fighting-girls-off guy friend tells me as we discuss college sex, “You go to some parties, the girls get drunk and… boom! It works for me. Once these girls have liquor, all bets are off. I just stand around, one of them fake falls on me and the next thing you know,” he motions this, “I’m gettin’ laid!”
“I have these things called morals,” I counter.
He teases me, “I’m… I’m not following…”
“I know,” I shake my head, pretending to be just as sick about it as he is, “I know, people thought college girls with morals were just a myth, like the centaur, but we’re real.”
“Eh, get over it,” he advices with a smirk, “Even if the guy and the girl are friends first,” he says, “all roads lead to sex. A guy and a girl can never be ‘just friends’.”
I nod in accord, then wonder what he’s getting at.
“It makes me a little sad,” he shrugs, “But I accept it and then deal with the consequences.”

Perhaps I am old fashioned or perhaps I am just flat out prude, but I find there’s a difference between having fun and being stupid.

“It must be so hard,” I click my tongue.
“It is,” he agrees, “It really is, well, if both parties don’t understand it. If they do, you get what is commonly known as a “fuck buddy”.” He quotes with his fingers.

I could never do that. If I even make eye contact with people I become attached to them. If I slept with them, I’d probably send a lovely gift basket with a thank you note; “Thank you for sleeping with me! Now let me make you dinner!” Plus, my dad was nice enough to me that I don't need random sex. “I had a good childhood,” I explain.
“Ugh,” he shakes his head, “You just gotta stop caring. Then your sex life will improve.”

Quote of the day:
Jason: “Why’s it so windy outside?”
Stefi: “I think it’s one of the seven plagues. Uh, locusts, frogs, killing the first born son, Kevin Federline, The Bush Administration, and wind.”
Jason: "That’s six.”
Stefi: “Also, bears.”
- Conversations with Jason