A dear friend, Charlotte, tricked me into going to a fraternity party on saturday. There I was, happily sipping on a classic red party cup when some drunk guy, not wearing pants, slyly approaches me. His curly hair is in a matted, sweaty mess, even if he attempts to smooth it over with his nimble fingers. I can see him out of the corner of my eye as he mimics humping motions to me. I almost escape his drunken clutches but they are no match for a simple, "hey, check this out!" As soon as I turn around, he flashes his pussy pleaser to the entire crowd and gives me a subtle wink. For some reason, the fraternity boys found this incident incredibly amusing as they chanted his last name, Gluck, over and over again. The girls pretended to be amused, flashing Gluck flirty eyes and a couple "You're so silly."
Honestly, can you imagine if I did that at a party? I mean, if I just stood on a table and flashed my velvet lined love tunnel, the room would become completely quiet. Maybe even a few eggs would be thrown at me.
Well, after our first encounter, Gluck stumbled towards me and I couldn't help but smile at his attempts to form sentences. Luckily, Charlotte snatched me away from the train wreck of a conversation with Gluck.
I started dancing with Charlotte and a couple of other girls in the living room. Soon, my worst fears were taking place. One by one, the girls were partnered up with the boys, leaving me singled out and alone. Suddenly, I could feel someone up against me, as soon as I turned around, I was face to face with Gluck yet again. I didn't know whether to be flattered or mortified as I attempted to smile at his nervous hands trying to touch my waist.
When it was time to go, Gluck and I continued to make eye contact. I still have no idea why I didn't blow him off, but there was something so familiar about him.
On monday, I finally realized what it was, he's in my World War II Lecture.
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