I hear ya. I’m in a similar situation- its not for a lack of effort, I guess all I could chalk it up to is bad luck. I had a fling on a cruise last summer, but I really wished it was more than just a fling Lately I also have the problem ‘of no women in a 10 mile radius of Incubus are single’.
Shit, if there was a slut dorm I could be reduced to frequenting, I would have been there yesterday At least you have a choice to agonize over. Lately I have only had one option: Being single, because the way things are right now, I could be living on a planet devoid of women and not be any worse off than I am now
Actually, I feel the same way. But what exactly would I do? I have no idea what to say or do in the situation of being in a slut dorm. Much as I’d love to go down there and get laid, I have no clue what I’d say/do once I found some random girl’s room. It’s all rumors, anyway, mostly circulated by girls. So, what am I supposed to do, walk around the hall with a handle of Bacardi knocking on doors until I find an attractive and easy-seeming girl?
Are the “tuxedo” condoms the black ones? Those are kind of nice because no matter how crunk you are you can still tell if something’s wrong because of the white-on-black contrast. I remember sitting there, twisted on psychedelic drugs, staring at the condom after the second time (first day) my first friend-with-benefits (FWB) and I had sex, pondering: “Why is the top of this black condom white?” After a few seconds, I suddenly realized that I was looking at a broken condom, and drove seemingly in autopilot to my friend’s house halfway across town to get some Plan B or somesuch for my FWB. That was surreal.
(We made the decision to have sex before the drugs were ingested, BTW, for those who think me some sort of date-rapist.)
Just hang out in the area, make eye contact (for a fraction of a second longer than is ‘polite’), and chat someone up. Jeez… I can’t count the number of times when I was in college, just hanging around the dorms and I ended up chatting up or being chatted up by some girl. Happens kinda outa the blue often.
Oh, and, why would dropping some psychedelic (or making some tea) and then getting it on be anywhere near date rape? As I recall from college, that was a large part of the fun. Hang out with beautiful women, do strange and wonderful drugs, have strange and wonderful times.