This is a true story that happened to me in college, way back in 1970-1971. I’m not writing this to brag, I’m writing this because men are the ones that are always called dog’s etc. Let’s be honest, both sexes have the same needs and desires, any arguments? I’ve had more women “pick me up” than the other way around. Bragging, no just the truth. In fact it isn’t even close. But I digress to the days of yesteryear.

 

         ALL I WANTED WAS MY STEADY GIRLFRIEND

 

At the beginning of my junior year in college I met the first girl I could actually put a name on our relationship, besides dating. Being a fraternity guy, I gave her me fraternity pin, thus we were pinned. She could wear it, and everyone knew she was spoken for. The times were very different, and I gave her a sweatshirt that said the following. The front said “Property Of” followed by my fraternity Greek letters. The back said; THE HARV. Yeah that was me. She was proud to wear these items, and I was proud to see them on her.

 

She even put it in my mind that we were going to marry after graduation; I wanted nothing more than that. Many ladies hit on me during this time, but I always turned them away politely. I was brought up to do the right thing by my parents. During summer break, I received my Dear John phone call. Devastated is the best word I can think of. Mentally I wasn’t able to touch a girl for months. It’s not bragging to say you had a girl in your bed that started to take off her clothing, and you stopped her. Yup, that was me. One day I was able to break the hold my ex. had on me.    

 

                YOU NEVER KNOW WHOM IT WILL BE

 

I was sitting on the steps of my fraternity house when I spotted a girl that had lived in the same dormitory as my ex. She was walking down the street and I stopped her. Knowing each other for basically a year made it easy to talk. I asked her out and she accepted. She was now living in a different dorm, and was going to move into an apartment at semester break. Our first two dates she did everything to look sexy, very short skirt, very low top, no sleeves, high heels, you get the picture. On both dates I was a perfect gentleman, what an idiot. A change was in the air.

 

        YOU NEVER FORGET HOW TO RIDE A BICYCLE

 

It took three dates with her to bring me back to normal, but so much more was on the horizon. She moved into an apartment and had a very nice looking roommate. The old rule is stay away from the roommate or you may lose both of them. I admit to dating a roommate once before, but the other girl and I had broken up. I also got the ok from the girl I was seeing to ask her out. This time was quite different.

 

I was a singer/guitarist that had played at most of the clubs around town, the roommate turned out to be a pretty good singer/guitarist. You already know where this is going but it may be slightly different. She asked if we could play together to hear how it sounds, naturally I was all for it. Yeah, yeah we got closer the more we practiced. We even got booked in clubs around town, so we had to practice more. The girl I was dating (by now they were only bedroom dates) came to listen at the end of each practice. I didn’t realize she was marking her territory.

 

                                 AND IT GOES FURTHER

 

One day the roommate shows up at my fraternity house, and wants to take me out for a late night burger. What college guy says no to a beautiful girl wanting to feed him? After eating she drove around and ended up at a place where couples went to park. Try to tell me you had no idea? Being such a good boy, I actually fought her off until we started kissing. I wouldn’t let it go further. I was supposed to see her roommate soon and I had to ask her to drive me to her place. Feeling like I had two big ones (to go along with something else) asking her to do this, I thought she would no longer have ANY interest in me. She drove home and boy was I wrong.

 

I slept in the bedroom of the girl I was dating and I thought the noise would deter the roommate. As the story goes, Ms. Roommate showed up at my fraternity house the next day. This aggressive woman found me in the garage and started groping me immediately. Well I started to succumb as clothing fell off both of us. Naturally a fraternity brother came into the garage yelling; “Hi brother!” At that moment, it was brother my ass. She wanted to go to my room, but I kept saying;” We shouldn’t.” Yup, she was pissed off but this wasn’t going to be her last attempt. I slept over in the same bedroom, as I had done for many nights. Oh you poor boy! She wouldn’t give up. The strange thing was that I knew the girl I was dating seemed to know everything that was happening. We began to talk about it and she said; “Why would you want her, when you have me every night? You know what I can do to and for you.” I though she had two big ones in her pants, but I knew better.

 

                                            FINALLY

 

This is stranger than you thought it would be.  In a few evenings I was sitting on the couch with my singing partner, when in came the girl I was seeing with a date. We didn’t have any understanding of being exclusive, but she was throwing this in my face. This aggressive woman walked to me and whispered in my ear; “Give her a try; I know you will enjoy yourself. I also know you’ll be back in MY bed tomorrow. I’m just gonna tease this guy until it turns blue.” They went into her bedroom and closed the door, now I felt I had been set up as the roommate moved closer to me. The other girl came out of her bedroom, walked over to me and whispered in my ear; “I told her what you like.” She then wiggled back to her room, closing the door. My mind was going crazy, knowing what the two of them had planned; was I going to do this to satisfy them? You bet your ever lovin’…

She pulled my hand, forcing me to stand. Then I was pulled into her room, and the door was closed. I was told that this was going to be the best night of my life, and that I would never want to sleep in the other room again. OK, it was a great night! In the morning I woke-up, did the bathroom thing and went to the kitchen table. I was told that the other guy left at about 2 A.M. when he realized he wasn’t going to score. The two girls laughed and had a difficult time stopping. I was getting a perspective guys don’t usually get. The two laughed at how a progression had begun and the look of anticipation on his face. Wait a minute; I could recall how girls did the same thing to me, was it planned? I had been on stage singing many times, and ladies were always willing to…. What about the girls that never knew I sang? I certainly didn’t know as much as I presumed I had.

 

                             SO WHAT HAPPENED?

 

Well I had the best time a guy in college could possibly have. The three of us agreed that I would sleep in a different bedroom every night, was this heaven? Both of them were dance majors, talk about energy and strength! My fraternity brothers were sad that I was never at the house at night, but wanted to know how I got into this situation. I smiled and wished them luck.

 

As the days went by the girls started asking me questions I did not want to answer, I knew I would pay the price. Questions like; “Who’s better, how long could she keep you going, does she …. to you, whose body turns you on more? Answering any of those questions would have meant certain death. Then they started timing our encounters and they both pressured me to beat the other. There was a competition on where we would do it. During the day-time they would want me on the others day. Has a man ever been used so much? If so, G-D Bless him.

 

                         WHY WOULD I LET THIS END

 

I know you will call me a dog when I say; “I was turning away too many beautiful ladies after playing a club.” True, but there was a more important reason. I fell in love with a girl that had an appetite bigger than both of the roommates combined. She moved into an apartment with me, in the same building that the roommates lived in. Talk about strange! The two roommates would knock on my door when they saw my girlfriend leave. At times they wore an open raincoat, lingerie, nothing; I think you can picture it. Now they wanted to compare themselves to “the new girl.” It was time things ended with the two of them.

 

Ladies, please don’t say that men are so bad; don’t you still want us?