I had lived in Madison for a month, had not been without action for more than three days

UW-Madison is one of the top party schools in the country, but there are hardly any stories on here, so here's my contribution:

I should preface this story with some background of my experiences with UW before I transferred here. I used to go to a music school in New York. Let's just say an 800-person university doesn't offer too much fun. So one weekend I road tripped it with a mate to UW-Madison, we stayed there about 18 hours. I got some action.

Fast forward a few months later. I dropped out of school and was crashing back home in sweet home Chicago. I visit Madison again, this time for whole weekend. I got some more action each night.

Now, I couldn't very well have stayed dropped out of school forever, that's just not my style; so when it came time to apply to another university, I naturally chose UW-Madison.

So I move from Chicago to Madison, where I know a few people from high school and some randoms I've met throughout the years. I also know that the girl from my second visit up there is good friends with one of the few people I already know. It also happens to be my birthday in a few days. When the party is thrown, guess who's there?

I get home 9 a.m. on my birthday, and walk in the door as soon as the phone rings. It's my aunt in Israel asking if I'm having a good birthday. Goddamn right I am.

Things with this chick go on for a few weeks until I get bored and decide to end it (sidenote- the girl from the first visit to Madison had become lesbian at this point, so that was out of the question AND hilarious).

Now, I told you that story to tell you this one:

Two days later is Friday night, so my buddy tells me about a party a fair walk away where he's only met the host once. I've heard worse reasons for going to a party. So we walk down and get in the door where these three girls introduce themselves as the “welcoming committee.” We walk by them and go to the keg.

Later on I started playing drinking games, as I find them the easiest way to meet people (I'm still new at this point remember?). My buddy and I seem to be going after the same chick, and since he brought us here, I back off. Fast forward towards the end of the party, and I see one of the girls from the welcoming committee sitting alone. I'm a nice enough guy so I go over to say hello and see if she's alright.

I walk up to her and immediately she stands up and starts to dance with me; alright, that's cool. A minute later she's grinding into me like it's going out of style; hey, even better.

The music stops.

She doesn't.

Turns out the keg is cashed (just after midnight, weak) and the owners want everyone out of their house so they can head to the bars. People start leaving; this girl is still grinding hard into my business. A few people look over and smirks come across their face as they see a girl giving everything she's got to a guy that's pressed up against a wall at this point. My buddy finds me in this position as he's about to leave.

I'm drunk, and I expect my friends to watch out for me if I'm drunk and with a girl, because I may not have the most sound judgment. It's something I think friends owe to each other. If you see a mate with something less than honorable, you tell him, it's your duty as a friend. So my friend sees me and starts laughing, and obviously he can't come over and tell me yay or nay. So I stick my arm over the girl's shoulder (she's facing me, so she doesn't see this) and I start doing a thumbs up/thumbs down gesture. At first he doesn't get what I'm doing and has the look on his face like I just asked him to tell me the average velocity of an African Swallow.

Other people get what I'm doing...and start laughing.

Finally he gets it and gives me the ol' thumbs up. Great timing, because an owner of the house told me I had to get out. The girl says "I live around the corner" and off we go.

We get to her place, make out on a couch for a few minutes, and then head to the boudoir. I hear her roommate come in, also with a guy. These girls clearly had agendas in mind when they set out tonight.

Five minutes into the making out, she hands me a condom. I don't complain. Hell, usually it takes me at least five minutes of making out before I even unhook the bra- you know, out of respect.

All this girl cared about was how to please me. She kept asking what I wanted her to do and what else she could do for me. All night this went on, making that bed rock so hard we had to stop a few times because one of the posts kept getting dislocated. Finally around six in the morning, we get some sleep. I wake up around 8, and maybe gave her one more go, who remembers at this stage, and said my goodbye that went along the lines of "Thanks...see you later."

As I stepped into the brisk winter morning, I realized I didn't know where I was, as I hadn't been to this area of Madison before...so I walk into the distance, seeing a few other people walking about, clearly as pleased about their night as I was with mine. So far I had lived in Madison for a month, had not been without action for more than three days, and slept with two girls in just over two days. I love this town!