And the best part is, not only did we hit off in my bedroom, we agreed to go on at least one date so we didn't feel too shameful.

I have to add a story because I always see the same schools with a trillion stories each. This was one of the greatest nights in my life.

I have an apartment near my community college, lovingly known to all its students as Quad C. Most of my friends are guys. "Screech" and Dylan are brothers, both very large and very tall. "Screech" is the oldest, having graduated high school 4 years prior to Dylan and me. Jose is a short Mexican guy, and Tony is the Italian Stallion.

One night after a particularly shitty rendezvous Downtown with my less-than-cordial ex-boyfriend and our still-mutual friends, I ended up with Dylan and the boys. "Screech" got us the provisionary beverages (my favorite being Mike's. Hey, I'm a chick.) After about 5 of those in 20 minutes, Dylan suggested body shots, which everyone present was very fond of. More specifically, they were very fond of taking them off of me, and me exclusively.

I could hardly argue, as I was the only female present. I was very fond of taking the shots off of the Italian Stallion's lower hip. I was also just very fond of the Italian Stallion PERIOD. This became very apparent after I suggested he take a shot off of my lower hip. I pulled my already low-rise jeans down unnecessarily low, exposing a glimpse of a clean-shaven area. Stallion looked up at me, came to his feet, and discretely pulled me off into my room as the rest of the boys bonged the Bud Ice. We had been in there for about 20 minutes, favoring one another in turns, until the boys finally noticed our absence…

"Screech" opened my door, only to find that I still had my bra on and I was just pulling up my jeans to prepare myself to take the Trip South. "Screech" ran over to the bed, high-fived the Stallion, and yelled at the boys to come see the action in my room. "Screech" was beyond inebriated, as were Dylan and Jose. Consequently, they all wanted a piece of the action. Suddenly, I felt 3 pairs of hands running over my body all at once. Thankfully, with help from the Stallion, I fended them off and sent them back into the living room to continue the beer binge. I told "Screech" to find my stash of "Post-Sex Cigs", as the Stallion would be needing one or two before the night was through.

Returning to my room, I saw on the bed an ever-ready Stallion. I quickly wised up and locked my door behind me. After a brief, slurred discussion on how far we were going to take it that night, I sprang up and over to my nightstand for some precautionary measures. The Stallion and I went at it for 4 hours; on the bed, against the wall, on my over-stuffed chair, me hanging onto the window sill, you name it--it was done.

And the best part is, not only did we hit off in my bedroom, we agreed to go on at least one date so we didn't feel too shameful. That date turned into more and more dates and now, we've been together for more than 10 months.