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My weekend started off with a rather interesting turn of events. After
roaming around late Friday night exploring tunnels and roof-tops, I ended up
on East Campus where I began to plan how I was going to scale Baldwin
Auditorium. While doing this I met an incredibly beautiful female member of
the freshman class. She was slightly shorter than I am with tan skin and a
thin frame. She was wearing a small tight shirt which showed off her midrift
and belly button and a pair of tight jeans. I sat next to her in a tree and
found myself consumed by lust for this girl who had called out to me to come
and talk with her. We chatted about drugs and sex and life for several hours
and, just as I began pondering what she would do if I was to kiss her
suddenly, she dropped a bombshell on me.
"Will you stay the night with me?", she asked.
I was struck dumb. Finding my voice at last, I murmured; "You are an
incredibly attractive young woman and I'm very flattered that you would ask
such a thing of me.... but I can't." She looked away from me. "I'm not big
on hooking up", I stammered, trying to explain myself. She pulled out a pack
of cigarettes and lit one up. And I'm sitting there, kicking myself for
turning her down, trying desperately to think of a way to take back what I
had just said and to take her up on her offer. The whole time sitting there
with her I had wanted nothing more than to immerse myself in the throes of
passion with her, yet when the opportunity presented itself I turned it down.
God, she was beautiful. I wanted her so badly. Did I tell her no because I
doubted her sincerity in extending the offer? Because of some masochistic
tendency or propensity towards self denial? Was it my Protestant upbringing
(ie programming) springing into action before I could think? I don't know,
I don't know...
So I eventually bid her goodnight and made to leave. A few paces away
from her I stopped. I turned and walked back to her. You think I'm going to
say that I kissed her, don't you? You're right to think so, this little
scene rather mirrors the one with the Virgin Mary, the last time that
happened. No, I didn't kiss her, though. I took out my camera and, as she
looked up at me, I took her picture.
One portrait of a glamourously normal person down, so many more to go...
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