The theme of the party was camoflauge clothing--I really got into character

To be perfectly honest, this whole ordeal is my boyfriend's fault, it really is. See, he was a junior at the University of Texas and I was a sophomore at Texas Tech at the Kipe, which causes a whole host of problems for us but isn't the focus of my story. See, my boyfriend, Kip, decided that he couldn't deal with the distance between Austin and Lubbock anymore, so he decided that we needed to chill for a bit and go on a break. I agreed, thinking it was stupid to do this to our relationship since it didn't work out on television (i.e. Ross and Rachel).

I was good for the first several weeks, mainly because I loved my boyfriend and really wanted to continue with the relationship. I was really good. I repeatedly turned down offers for one-night stands (not that I'm the kind of girl who digs those) dates, and I even turned down gifts. For a while, I even stopped talking to my guy friends, who, coincidentally, were all Pikes. I know what you must be thinking. The Pikes have a hella bad rep, but these guys were decent. Anyway, at some point during that spring, I got pissed off at my boyfriend for kissing another girl, and decided to go to a Pike party my friend Carl wanted me to attend. Keep in mind that Carl really liked me, as did as most of the frat. The theme of the party was camouflage wear.

I only had a military-green shirt from my Sigma Chi boyfriend, which would have offended many at the Pike party, so I turned it inside out. My outfit still didn't seem complete, so I called Carl and asked him if he thought the shirt would be enough. At some point in the conversation, I jokingly asked him to buy me a camo thong. Two hours later, he calls me and tells me to check my mailbox, because I had a package. Anyway, I get down there, and find a pretty kickass camo thong.

At the party, I mostly hung out with Carl, which was really impossible because he was being pulled into a thousand directions at one time. I then noticed Allen, another Pike I'd once had a crush on and kissed the previous semester. Anyway, he was looking pretty hot in his camo gear. With a million Jello-shots flowing between the two of us, as well as plenty of hard liquor and beer, Allen and I ended up making out right there on the dance floor, for all (specifically Carl) to see and talk about.

After getting ourselves thoroughly drunk and horny, Allen and I left the party in his car. I should've known better than to get in a car with a drunk guy, but I was too gone to really know what I was doing. Anyway, Allen was actually driving pretty well for a drunken fool, that is, until he hit his neighbor's mailbox. Since there was minimal damage and zero witnesses, we stumbled inside, making out and groping each other the whole way. I probably don't have to tell you that I spent the night with Allen. It was probably some of the best sex I've ever had, but I felt extremely guilty the next morning. Not too long afterwards, Allen dropped me off at my house, Carl called, and he was pissed off because Allen had seen the camo thong when it should have been Carl.

- Texas Tech University

Editors Note:
Usually the man you have sex with becomes the husband.