I've decided to share with all of you the story of my first multiple partner experience. To that end, here it is...
It was just another typical Saturday night in the winter of 1993. I was a college sophomore intent on yet another night cozying up with none other than my corporate finance textbook, diligently studying to maintain my 4 point grade average and dean's list academic achievement. Unfortunately, despite my commitment to my studies, the mid-semester blahs were beginning to get to me. I kept glancing at the telephone hoping it would ring with an offer to take me away from the all too familiar, boring, study routine I had fallen into.
Don't get me wrong, it's not as though I didn't have plenty of offers to go out. On the contrary, it seemed as though not a day would go by without another guy bumping into me in the hallowed hallways of the university with an invitation to take me for dinner and a movie or out to a bar for drinks and dancing.
At home in the solitude of my apartment, it was not unusual for me to receive 5 to 10 calls a night with an offer to sweep me off my feet. Usually, though, I just wasn't interested in spending yet another evening fending off yet another guy wanting to get into my pants. I was committed to my studies and I didn't want the distraction of casual dating or hassle of a boyfriend.
This night, however, things were somehow different. I was yearning to go out and let loose, but the phone was strangely silent. Here it was, almost 5:00 p.m. and not a single call or offer to be had. Oh well, I guess it was going to be another Saturday night studying in solitude afterall.
After spending the next couple of hours reading dry financial textbooks, I decided I couldn't take it anymore. To heck with studying. I decided to go to the local video store and rent a movie to escape into a world of fantasy where NPV's and IRR's had no meaning nor importance.
It was now past 7:00 in the evening and I just threw on a pair jeans to go with the loose fitting sweatshirt is was already wearing. As I was just going to the store and back, I did not worry about putting on a bra. Out the door I ventured.
The video store was only a couple of blocks from my apartment, so I didn't mind walking in the warm Texas air. Once at the store, I had been looking at the new releases for only a few moments when some guy interrupted me with his movie suggestion. I thanked him for his input, but told him I was doing just fine on my own. At that moment, the voice of my saviour sounded from behind me.
"Jennifer! Hi, I thought that was you."
Forgetting about the guy who had just attempted to hit on me, I immediately turned around and replied "Susan, hi! Well it's been a long time since I've seen you around."
It was my old friend Susan, who was just returning a couple of movie rentals. Her and I had met in high school and she was a pretty good friend of mine for three years before we graduated from high school. For whatever reason, we seemed to drift apart over the last couple of years with me having gone on to university while she opted to forgo college instead taking a job as a waitress at one of the finer restaurants in town.
We briefly talked to catch up on the last year or so since we had seen each other when she then asked me to go to a party with her. I no longer really felt like going out, but she pleaded with me saying that there's this guy that she really wanted to get to know better that was going to be there. Unfortunately she said she didn't have anyone to go with and she really wanted to go, but didn't want to go alone.
I was reluctant, citing my state of casual dress, but the poor girl was almost begging, throwing out encouraging comments to the effect that my "haggard" look is like supermodel attractiveness to most people. Although I totally disagreed with her on such point and actually resent such "compliments" for some strange reason, I finally agreed to go with her. We hopped into her car and left together directly from the video store to the party.
We arrived at a small house in one of the older neighborhoods in San Antonio a short time later. There looked to be about 20 people in the house and upon entering, I noticed that it looked like there was about 5 guys for every girl!
Without going into all of the details, the party turned out to be pretty beat with most of the people being guys and seemingly mostly highschool seniors at that.
As beat as it was, though, I was feeling pretty good, as Susan had brought a bottle of tequila with her. It's amazing what a few tequila shots will do for one's perception of a good time.
Anyway, we had been there for probably around 3 - 4 flirtatious hours and I was getting pretty drunk. Feeling pretty much ready to leave, I had unfortunately lost track of Susan and it turned out she had left the party with the guy that was the object of her desires.
So there I was at a party full of strangers and with no ride home. Already rather drunk, though, it wasn't too hard for the "host" of the party to convince me not to worry about it and in short order I found myself playing cards and drinking games with 5 guys in the living room. It was now after midnight and the party had pretty much cleared out except for the six of us sitting around playing cards and drinking. I was the only girl left in the place.
