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Will You Accept the Charges?
Posted:06/08/2006
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OK, first off -- I stumbled onto this website and these stories are freaking hilarious, especially from my two alma maters: Texas Tech and UT-Arlington. Here is my contribution.
I grew up in New Jersey, but being the youngest of five boys I had to get out on my own after awhile, the whole over-protecting thing was totally getting to me. So I applied and was accepted to the University of Texas at Arlington, much to the dismay of my family (who eventually got over it). Over the previous two and a half years I was seeing this guy Nelson (ok, collective gasp, I'm gay but trust me, this is a horribly funny story.) I met Nelson right after I came out when I was 20 and I thought he was awesome. We had some great times together at first, but as the relationship went on, I lost more and more interest in him (he was actually pretty flaky and girly in retrospect, which is a total turn-off to me) but because I lived in a relatively small town and the only bars and clubs I could go to were over in Philly, I didn't have much of a choice when it came to picking boyfriends (if I only knew how many other guys were actually in my hometown I would have dumped Nelson QUICK.) Anyway!
Nelson knew when we first met that there was a chance of me moving away for college. Well, the day came for me to leave for Texas. God, that was a weird night. All of my brothers were in and out of my bedroom while I was packing giving me little nuggets of wisdom and advice. I think they were secretly hoping I was gonna wimp out and stay in NJ, but I was like "fuck that." I was moving to Arlington and there was no stopping me. Nelson, of course, was none to pleased about me leaving but we had decided to do the long distance thing and see each other when I was home on break from school.
So skip ahead a couple of weeks. Part of what prompted me to apply to UTA was that I made a friend on the internet who lived in Ft Worth. He picked me up from the airport, helped me get all settled in my dorm room and then that night, I went to my first ever gay dance club in Dallas. I had the time of my life. I was pretty hot back then, lean and well muscled, 6-pack, etc.; basically, I was a total frat daddy. I had all these guys hitting on me all night, I somehow ended up with several phone numbers (did I mention I was pretty well fucked up after about two hours).
I was appreciative of all the attention, but I had a boyfriend waiting for me back in New Jersey. Well the whole "I have someone waiting for me back home" thing lasted about a month. All the attention became too much for me and I started fooling around with these guys. Most of them were 10 times hotter than Nelson and a lot more my type than he ever was.
OK, so skip ahead about three months. Things were totally looking up for me; made lots of friends, joined a fraternity (yes, my brothers knew I was gay...they thought it was awesome having a gay guy in the house), became a lot more comfortable in my skin. It's right before the Christmas break and I realize that Nelson has been sitting at home totally waiting on me and I've been fucking anything with a pulse and a pencil. I decide that I have to call it quits with him, it wasn't fair that I was fucking everything (by this point I decided I was "bi," in reality I was merely doubling my chances to get laid on the weekends) and he was sitting back home thinking I was staying true to him and he was missing out on dating other people.
I agonized over the phone call for about a week. How on earth was I going to call, right before Christmas of all times, to break up with him. I finally got up the balls to do it and I called him. Now this is where the story is totally fucked-up! Since I was living in a dorm with no long-distance on the phones, when I called Nelson to dump him, I called him COLLECT!
The thing is, it didn't even occur to me the evil I had done until some girls from my dorm over-heard me telling a frat brother about the phone call. He looked at me with nothing but horror and punched me in the arm and said "damn, you're a real asshole" and before I could react, the three girls came walking over and they each smacked the shit out of me and walked off in a huff.
The end result...I didn't get any pussy from the girls in the dorm for about two months the following spring and my brothers just couldn't believe I could be so callous and cold.
Take this as a lesson...even gay guys can be TOTAL assholes when it comes to breaking up and for Christ's sake, don't dump someone on a collect call!
I grew up in New Jersey, but being the youngest of five boys I had to get out on my own after awhile, the whole over-protecting thing was totally getting to me. So I applied and was accepted to the University of Texas at Arlington, much to the dismay of my family (who eventually got over it). Over the previous two and a half years I was seeing this guy Nelson (ok, collective gasp, I'm gay but trust me, this is a horribly funny story.) I met Nelson right after I came out when I was 20 and I thought he was awesome. We had some great times together at first, but as the relationship went on, I lost more and more interest in him (he was actually pretty flaky and girly in retrospect, which is a total turn-off to me) but because I lived in a relatively small town and the only bars and clubs I could go to were over in Philly, I didn't have much of a choice when it came to picking boyfriends (if I only knew how many other guys were actually in my hometown I would have dumped Nelson QUICK.) Anyway!
Nelson knew when we first met that there was a chance of me moving away for college. Well, the day came for me to leave for Texas. God, that was a weird night. All of my brothers were in and out of my bedroom while I was packing giving me little nuggets of wisdom and advice. I think they were secretly hoping I was gonna wimp out and stay in NJ, but I was like "fuck that." I was moving to Arlington and there was no stopping me. Nelson, of course, was none to pleased about me leaving but we had decided to do the long distance thing and see each other when I was home on break from school.
So skip ahead a couple of weeks. Part of what prompted me to apply to UTA was that I made a friend on the internet who lived in Ft Worth. He picked me up from the airport, helped me get all settled in my dorm room and then that night, I went to my first ever gay dance club in Dallas. I had the time of my life. I was pretty hot back then, lean and well muscled, 6-pack, etc.; basically, I was a total frat daddy. I had all these guys hitting on me all night, I somehow ended up with several phone numbers (did I mention I was pretty well fucked up after about two hours).
I was appreciative of all the attention, but I had a boyfriend waiting for me back in New Jersey. Well the whole "I have someone waiting for me back home" thing lasted about a month. All the attention became too much for me and I started fooling around with these guys. Most of them were 10 times hotter than Nelson and a lot more my type than he ever was.
OK, so skip ahead about three months. Things were totally looking up for me; made lots of friends, joined a fraternity (yes, my brothers knew I was gay...they thought it was awesome having a gay guy in the house), became a lot more comfortable in my skin. It's right before the Christmas break and I realize that Nelson has been sitting at home totally waiting on me and I've been fucking anything with a pulse and a pencil. I decide that I have to call it quits with him, it wasn't fair that I was fucking everything (by this point I decided I was "bi," in reality I was merely doubling my chances to get laid on the weekends) and he was sitting back home thinking I was staying true to him and he was missing out on dating other people.
I agonized over the phone call for about a week. How on earth was I going to call, right before Christmas of all times, to break up with him. I finally got up the balls to do it and I called him. Now this is where the story is totally fucked-up! Since I was living in a dorm with no long-distance on the phones, when I called Nelson to dump him, I called him COLLECT!
The thing is, it didn't even occur to me the evil I had done until some girls from my dorm over-heard me telling a frat brother about the phone call. He looked at me with nothing but horror and punched me in the arm and said "damn, you're a real asshole" and before I could react, the three girls came walking over and they each smacked the shit out of me and walked off in a huff.
The end result...I didn't get any pussy from the girls in the dorm for about two months the following spring and my brothers just couldn't believe I could be so callous and cold.
Take this as a lesson...even gay guys can be TOTAL assholes when it comes to breaking up and for Christ's sake, don't dump someone on a collect call!
- University of Texas - Arlington
Editors Note:
You're only missing beer in your story.
Comments
Thanks. I know a few people that are homosexual, and they are 100 (at least) times nicer than some of the supposed "Christians" that are out there. Heck, I had a boss at work who was gay that helped me out dearly with an Eagle Scout project that I was doing (mainly with funding), yet my one Aunt (A supposed "Christian"), refused to help out with anything in my project at all, just because "You (I) got help from a fag!"
As what was said, some people just need to realize, just because someone is homosexual doesn't mean they are gonna be hitting on every guy, gay or straight. If you want to use that assumption, you might as well say the same about straight guys (they want every woman out there).
Hey Guys...thanks for the comments. Keep them coming. JP, PYL and Pants. Thank you for your kind words, it's refreshing to hear something other than inflammatory rhetoric. Thirsty. Thank you too for your words. I'm sorry that you feel the way you do, but everyone is entitled to their opinions. However, I want you to consider something. A, the people of Sodom (not Lot) were distroyed for their cruel treatment of the angelic visitors not because of what they were doing. B) We are a people just like heterosexuals; we love, we have families, friends, communities. Did you wake-up one morning and decide to be straight? No, you just were, my friend. I did not wake-up one morning and decide to be gay, I just am. Gay people add to the beautiful tapestry of humanity. We don't have marriages "just for fun" (see Britney Spears), we don't "recruit" children (what makes anyone think we would want to subject an innocent child to the daily lie we have to live just to survive) and we sure as heck don't go out of our way to seduce straight men (sorry hetero boys out there, but trust me, gay guys have enough trouble with other gay guys, we don't need the drama of straight men on top of that). Thanks again for the fun comments. If you like, I have tons of stories from college (surpringly very similar to some of the ones on here: psycho ex's, nights of alcohol induced stupidity, living in a fraternity, etc, etc, etc.) I'll gladly share if you wanna hear them.
I'm not a homosexual (not that theres anything wrong with it, its someone's choice, and I have some major opinions on some, but thats a different topic), but Thristy, get over it. Most all homosexuals are just like heterosexuals, just their sexual preferences are different.
The story though, that is cold doing that.
It's really sad that in this day and age that their are still neanderthals who can't accept homosexuality...It has existed as long as man...Get over it already.
LOL... In the words of some one famous, "You wish, but no thanks I'm straight!"
Sounds like Thirsty999 got dumped by his boyfriend over a collect call too. It's OK darling.
A Whole Nation was Destroyed for Homosexuality (The people of Lot) and here you guys are promoting Gay Culture... Ugh! SICK! Being Gay is a confirmation of the immoral times we live in and the twisted perversion of the otherwise natural (heterosexual) human inclination.
DUDE...I THINK IT'S TOTALLY AWESOME...MY FIRST MARRIAGE ENDED ON A COLLECT CALL....I SHOULD HAVE NEVER ACCEPTED THE DAMN CHARGES....THAT BITCH!!!!!!!!