When I heard the college I got accepted to still had coed dorms, I was pumped. Not only because that meant I’d live close to some potentially hot girls, but also because hopefully I’d get to see them naked in the coed showers. I realize that the whole point of coed showers was to de-sexualize the human body, but to a guy fresh out of High School and with very little female experience under his belt (no pun intended) this was a dream come true.
I did all my paperwork, got assigned my dorm and moved in. I was ready to meet new people and get naked with them for what would become my most memorable, adventurous years of my life. Wild and scandalous fantasies raced through my mind faster than cars at the Indy 500. My freshman year was the opposite of that.
While the dorms were coed, and I happened to live across the hall from a pair of cute girls, they kept to themselves, as did everyone on our floor. My roommate was a sports guy and never wanted to hang out. The showers were coed, but there was an official schedule that most people adhered to. From 6am to 10am the women were scheduled for the top of the hour and men were scheduled at the thirty-minute mark. Any time after 10am was open to whoever.