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It's September and the chill in the air makes me think of college and football. And the first boy I ever made out with my freshman year at the University of Georgia.

I won't use real names but the ones I use will be close enough so that anyone who knows me will know who I'm talking about.

I was a freshman in college. For the first time in my life I didn't have my parents watching over me. Suddenly I went from never making lower than a 95 on anything to never going to class because they were all at 8am. I started drinking and never looked back.

Randy lived in my dorm. We met one Friday night when a group of us were going to a club in downtown Athens (UGA alums may remember a certain "hotspot" called AMF?) He was a part of the big group of us and the first thing we ever talked about was the shirt he was wearing. It was a tight white ribbed t-shirt made out of some kind of cheap silk spandex. He was raving about how he got it for $25 at this store called Jay Jacobs. For those of you who DON'T know, Jay Jacobs is one of those mall stores along lines of 579 and Merry-Go-Round and I was under the impression that it only sold girl clothes. I am still under that impression.

This was my first time at this downtown club. In fact it was my first time in a club ever. I walked in (fake ID not needed–who loves 18+ party places!) I was already a little drunk having indulged in an exhilarating game of beer pong on the 9th floor of Creswell Hall (represent UGA). I remember that as soon as I stepped on the dance floor, The Vengaboys "We Like To Party" started playing and a smoke machine blew that chalky mist right into my face. Randy came up to me holding two drinks–Sex on the Beach for the both of us.

So, long story short, we start drinking and dancing and I'm having a fabulous time. Then I realize I'm really drunk and then he's kissing me on the dancefloor. Ten minutes later he's leading me out of the bar. Ten minutes after that we're walking back to the dorm and at one point I stopped in front of a fraternity house and puked.

As we're walking back, in my drunken state, I was kind of freaking out. My sexual experience extended to a blow job I gave at Christian camp when I was 14 and a handful of second base excursions in high school. This guy is holding my hand and rubbing my back and leading me to his room, and finally to his bed, the bottom bunk. His roommate wasn't home.

I'll gloss over the high points–lots of drunken fumbling, then finally getting into the rhythm only to find that he thought that I was going to mistake a penis for a finger (we know the difference fellas). After that awkward little realization, we went to sleep. He got my number and we hung out for another two weeks, making out but not having sex a couple times more and then I decided that I really didn't want to spend any more of my freshman year of college with a man whose last name I kept forgetting. So we kind of faded away. Two weeks after that I had an awkward dinner in the dining hall with my roommate since she chose the very moment I was putting a cheese covered french fry into my mouth to tell me that she really liked Randy and that he wanted her to be his girlfriend. I told her it was fine with me and secretly wondered if maybe I'd just never noticed she was blind before.

So they started dating and I started making my way through the boys floors at my dorm, one awkward bunk bed after another.

Thoughts on Randy now:

Truthfully? I'm not sure I'd know him if I saw him on the street. But looking back I have no regrets. But he should for buying that girly-ass shirt.

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