This is a scenario that most college students will eventually encounter and that I most definitely have. It is inevitable that when you mix young men and women with the new found freedom that college supplies and add a decent splash of vodka – someone is going to get lucky.
By that I mean they will get laid, have sex, get the ride, make the beast with the two backs, bump uglies etc. Whatever you want to call we all know it is going happen. Obviously there is nothing wrong with not having sex and there’s is also nothing wrong with wanting to have sex (and actually having it!).
However, we are all going to have those nights where nothing seems to be going our way and every guy we chat to is either not interested or not good looking enough (although one or two more tequilas could sort this out, only if he’s buying!) to make a girl want to drop her knickers.
So you come home all alone and curl up into bed with a (large) portion of garlic and cheese chips. You are just about to doze off when you hear your room mate begin to moan loudly.
Now, not only are you not having sex, but you have to listen to your roommate having the ride of her life in the next room. You won’t even be mad at her for being noisy you will be too consumed with jealousy. You might even wonder, in a fleeting moment of desperation, if her and her fella might fancy turning this little rendezvous into a ménage á trois.
Luckily, you cop on to yourself and finish the end of your chips and wait until they are finished banging. Then, as your own form of revenge, get out your laptop and start playing Lonely Island’s “I Just Sex” very loudly through the wall. She’ll get the message, but you may be dead in the morning.
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So have you ever overheard your roommate doing the deed?
Or have you ever brought someone back for a booty call?