The Pick-up Chronicles Part II

Chapter 3.
Baby Steps.

The first class was at 7 a.m. I entered the room and started to look for a girl that I might like. There was none. There were just ordinary people, with seemingly ordinary motivations and ways.
I sat and listened to whatever the teachers had to say.

One week after the first class, we were in the house of a classmate, getting to know each others. And there was beer. There was a girl who seemed expert on those drinking matters and in those more sexual themes. She immediately went to the hunt of a green-eyed guy who were in our class. They started to kiss, using a bottle game as a pretext. They connected in a matter of days. I never thought that was possible. They were, 10 minutes later, kissing in a closed room where, as far as my imagination went, she was giving him a blow**b. I was shocked. I was really shocked.

The things I knew before I entered college were overwhelmed by those I was seeing. Sex. Drugs. Alcohol in major amounts. People barfing out of party houses. Girls wearing thongs and acting like they weren't. Couples that dissapeared and appeared inside of rooms on second floors. And the list goes on.

If you read last chapter, you may have noticed that I didn't drink. And I was a good boy, who wanted to kiss girls as main objective. But this was too much. I hated drinkers, smokers, and people who played wrong the guitar or in a poser way. Now that I look back, I was afraid of anything in which I could loose control. I wasn't cool.

I had a friend who made t-shirts for living. He invited me to the party of a truly cool guy. That was the first I remember I drank. And I drank way too much. After a couple vodkas and a couple "micheladas" I crawled to the bathroom and puked. I was drunk, I liked being drunk. But it felt awful. I went sit on a puff and then to the terrace for some fresh air.

The cool guys' sister went to the house's terrace to speak to me. I was looking to a street lamp as it was an hipnotizer's pendulum. She said a couple things I didn't understand as I turned to see the guy who took me to the party, looking for some advice. But he was smoking a joint and ignored me. The girl then said something about having a daughter and feeling alone. The she asked me if I wanted to go downstairs with her. I didn't wanted to. She then asked me if I had a condom. I didn't. So she left. She went downstairs alone. The cool guy never knew about it.

That was the first time I got drunk and got sex offered.
That was a lot to a guy like the old me.
But it had something that excited me, and made me want more.

Little I knew that I needed to learn how that enviroment worked, so I could get to kiss girls. That was all I wanted.

End of Chapter 3.