The College Life They NEVER told me about

Chapter 1: Love at First Sight

I walked around my college campus alone. Like always. Damn me and my shyness. I went into the cafeteria and let my campus ID card be scanned. I walked over to where the food was and looked at my choices. NOT MUCH was the resounding answer. I got cereal instead and two glasses of orange juice. No, I wasn’t eating breakfast. It was lunch. I sat there, alone, and ate. As I looked around the cafeteria, I saw this UNBELIEVABLY CUTE BOY! Which is basically almost any boy, since I haven’t got a boyfriend, which to me, is quite sad.

Of course the main problem with me not having a boyfriend is not because I have small breasts or am the ugliest woman alive. For one thing, I’m a guy and by no means am I ugly. Now, I’m no Brad Pitt, but I’m certainly not ugly.

Anyway, since I happen to be a guy, finding a boyfriend is made all that more difficult. You never know if a guy is gay or not (unless they’re extremely flamboyant) and you don’t want to ask because a) it’s rude and b) you might just be in time for a beating (and not the good kind). So, as you can see, finding a boyfriend when you’re a guy is really difficult.

I stared at this guy a bit longer. He had short brown hair, a small goatee, and wore some pretty tight pants (mmmmniceass) and a tight shirt. MMMMMMMM daydream city here we come! He also appeared to have a pink leopard print sling-over backpack. God, he is FLAMING. I can feel the heat all the way over here and I’m about 100 feet away from him!

Oh my gosh, he’s coming over here. OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG. Now, obviously, he wouldn’t sit next to me. Ok, he just sat at the table next to mine. He’s talking and doing some… weird gestures… what’s he talking about? I strained to listen and hear the end of his sentence: “…and then her pussy exploded!” What the hell?!??!?

OMG, now I remember. THAT’S A MARGARET CHO LINE!!! He loves Margaret Cho just like I do! He is SO my type! I mean, let’s go through the list of things that make him and me compatible:

1) He’s totally gay
2) He has a penis (at least, I hope so…) and
3) He loves Margaret Cho!

So you see, we totally belong together! Excellent, he is now my crush and will so totally be mine!!!
……
That is, if I ever lose this whole shyness thing. Y’know, where whenever I come into the sight of a boy, I become all quiet and don’t say anything and basically make myself look like I’m antisocial and a complete idiot.

Oh yes, he will so be mine.

NOT.

I finished my lunch and took my tray to the conveyer belt to be taken away and washed or whatever happens wherever the tray goes. I stole one last look at my crush and then left the cafeteria and headed back to my dorm room where I fantasized about my new sexy crush.
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My college has a GSA (Gay-Straight Alliance) and I had received an email about the meetings earlier this morning. I stared at the email and read the message over and over, contemplating whether or not I should go. I looked at the clock; it was 2:30. If I was gonna go, I’d better decide soon. About 10 minutes later, I found myself on the way to the Husted townhouse where the meetings were held. I arrived there about 5 minutes before the meeting started. There weren’t very many people there; just like 5 people, most of whom I assumed were officers, so they kinda had to come.

I sat down across the table from some of the people who were already there. One of them, a girl with short curly red hair, passed me a sheet of paper that had the day’s agenda on it. I looked at it and read it. At about the same second I finished it, the same girl began to talk, “Hey everyone, welcome to the GSA.” I noticed she had a slight lisp, not that I minded or anything. “Why don’t we all start off and say our names and what class we’re in? I’ll start. My name’s Liz and I’m a senior.”

The person next to her, a guy with really long jet black hair, was about to talk when someone came into the building and began talking, “Hey guys, sorry I’m late!” I looked toward the doorway and there he was, the pink leopard print backpack dude! He looked even cuter close up. He came over and sat down a chair away from me. I stared at him while the jet black hair dude talked (which I so didn’t pay attention to) and the other people talked (again, which I didn’t pay attention to). It came to be my crush’s turn and he said, in his extremely flamboyant sexy voice, “Hey, my name’s Brad and I’m a sophomore.” It came to be my turn and I almost forgot about it. He turned to me and I quickly averted my eyes. “Sweetie, it’s your turn.”

I realized that it was my turn and immediately blushed. Oh god, can this BE more embarrassing?! He probably saw me staring at him and thinks I’m some sort of weird psycho or something. I finally pushed aside my thoughts for at least a minute and said my introduction. “Hi, my name’s James and I’m a freshman.” The person next to me began their little intro and I just looked down. Once everyone had finished and the meeting turned back to Liz, I finally looked back up. I saw out of the corner of my eye that Brad was looking at me with a slight smile on his face. Here’s where the paranoia set in:

Oh my god, do I have something on my face?! Is there something stuck in my teeth? Is there toilet paper on my shoe? Am I drooling? Is there a booger sticking out of my nose or something? Is he laughing at me on the inside for being so absent-minded? Or does he think it was funny that I was staring at him and forgot to introduce myself? The thoughts continued and I tried to block them and pay attention to what Liz was saying but it was so hard to pay attention and try to figure out what was going on in Brad’s mind.

Eventually, this whole torture ended and the meeting was over. I stood up as everyone else did and put on my black hoodie. I began to head out when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and froze. There was Brad.

OMG HE TOUCHED MY SHOULDER!!!! I AM NEVER WASHING THAT SHOULDER AGAIN!!!!

Ok, fanboy squeal over with, I looked at him and he began to say something. “Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to walk with me back to my dorm. You’re like the first new person we’ve had and I wanted to get to know you a bit.”

I stared at him in awe. Is this really happening? Is this extremely hot guy actually talking to me?!? I realized I was doing that whole not speaking thing again and my brain decided to kick into gear and make my mouth say something, which I assume was somewhere along the lines of “Yes” seeing as we were then walking together back to the dorm buildings.

As we walked, he began talking to me and asking me questions. “So, you said you were a freshman?” I nodded. Well, this conversation is going well. I don’t actually have to say anything. “That’s cool. What kind of music do you like?”

Spoke too soon, or, well, thought too soon, seeing as I wasn’t planning on saying anything because of the whole losing the ability to speak when around guys. I summoned up enough courage quickly and replied, “Really anything. As long as it’s music, I’m willing to give it a shot, though I am particular to pop and dance music. Oh, and show tunes!”

Wow, if THAT response did not send his gaydar off, I don’t know what will. Obviously, it’s not that I wanted to tell him about my orientation; it just kind of slipped out. Maybe if I didn’t say anything about loving and adoring Cher, he wouldn’t think anything of it.

“Oh cool. I like that kind of music too, but I’ll listen to anything too. Um, I hope it’s ok to ask this.” He looked around quickly and then said in a whisper “Are you gay?”

That stopped me in my tracks. Literally. We were walking and then I just stopped suddenly. What kind of question is that? I am, but did he really have to ask that now?! I’m just trying to fit in and not have to worry about that kind of thing.

He had kept walking a few steps and then realized I had stopped. He looked back and came over. “You know, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to,” he said with a concerned look on his face. I looked at him and opened my mouth, which was suddenly very dry. Despite everything about fitting in and not having to deal with it, (which I did want to do) I also wanted someone to talk to, who would understand everything about me and know exactly what’s going on. I was able to choke out a “Yeah.”

He put his arm around me and got me walking again. Within a few minutes, we were standing outside Osmu Hall, where his room was. He asked if I wanted to come to his room, and I nodded. We walked inside and went to his room; it was empty. The beds were on opposite sides of the room and the desks and dressers were between the closets and bed.

Once inside the room, I just started crying. I don’t know why, but I did. He quickly brought me over to his bed and I sat down next to him as he held me close to him and stroked my hair and was trying to make me feel better. The thing was, I didn’t need to feel better; I was happy. Well, I was sad too but mainly the tears I was crying were happy tears. I had found a kindred spirit (i.e. a gay boy like me) and he was extremely hot and supposedly single. The other reason was that I had finally found someone who accepted me for me; my parents never understood and they sent me to a psychologist. Who knows if they ever will understand?

Eventually, he had quieted me down enough and we were lying on his bed. I was cuddled in his arms and feeling his hot breath on my neck, his body basically pressed up against mine. I didn’t want to disrupt anything, because I thought he was sleeping, so I just put my head on the pillow and closed my eyes and fell asleep.

I woke up a few hours later when I felt Brad move away from my body. I moved onto my back and moved my head to the right so I could see his face. He was propped up on his elbow and was staring down at me, but it wasn’t the “who the hell are you and why are you in my bed?” kind of stare; it appeared to be a loving stare. I slightly smiled and he did the same back. He leaned in close to my face and gave me a light kiss on the lips and then, once he knew I liked it, started a more forceful kiss. I closed my eyes and brought my head closer to his and we kissed more and more. I felt his hand move down my shirt and I began to get hard. I wanted him so much and I wanted to have sex so badly, but…. I just couldn’t. Not now, anyway. We hadn’t even gone on a DATE yet, much less become boyfriends!

I slowly but forcefully pushed him away and moved my head back a bit, ending our makeout session. I looked at his face, which was full of confusion. “Look, I like you and all, but I don’t want to have sex yet. We haven’t gone out on a date yet and we’re not even going out! I may be desperate for sex, but I’m not that desperate.” That last line was a bit harsh, and he looked a bit hurt and averted his gaze toward the ground. I sat up quickly (ignoring the sudden rush of blood, which made me slightly dizzy) and put my arm around him. “I love you, but I don’t want to rush things.” I kissed him on the cheek and he looked back at me, with joy in his eyes and a smile on his wonderful lips. I kissed his lips and then he was the one to push me away.

“How about this? Why don’t we go out to dinner? We’ve already missed the café and I don’t feel like going to Westover, the food’s too greasy, the lines are long, and frankly, it’s not the most romantic place to have a first date, or, well, really, ANY date. My treat.” He smiled again. I smiled back and said that that would be fine with me. I just had to go get ready. He told me to come back to the room once I was done getting ready.

I raced back to my room, high and giddy about everything that had happened. I quickly unlocked my room door and, lucky for me, my roommate had gone back home for the weekend. I changed out of my just slept-in T-shirt and jeans into a pair of nice cargo pants and a polo shirt. I put on my shoes, changed my away message on AIM, and raced back over to Brad’s room. I knocked once and let myself in, catching Brad with his shirt off. “Wow, you’re quick.” He said as he pulled a shirt over his head.

“Well, I just wanted to get back to you. Plus, I didn’t want to make you wait.” I said as I got closer to him.

Brad moved closer to me as well and said “I’d wait for you forever, cutie.” He gave me a quick kiss on my lips. Brad then went over to his desk and grabbed his wallet and wrote his away message for AIM, which I saw as he wrote it: “Out on a date with the beautiful and lovely James, be back later.”

He turned to me and smiled that great smile of his that made me melt and then went over to the door and opened it for me. I told him thanks and I walked out and as I did so, he pinched my butt. I made a high-pitched ‘cute’ noise (don’t worry, it wasn’t loud or anything) and I turned around fast and gave him a mean look. He laughed and said “You are too cute, especially when you’re mad.” That made me laugh and he put his arm around me as we walked down the hallway.

I thought to myself, Wow, in just one day, I’ve managed to score myself a boyfriend upon just meeting him. AWESOME!

TO BE CONTINUED….

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