Author: Ganja_all_day

What Not to Say [MF]

[This](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nkbpyk/a_fun_study_session_mf) is the first part of this story. A lot of it is set up of how I met Tobin, how we became friends, and how we eventually hooked up. [This](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nlw2bu/you_have_to_earn_it_mf) is what happened next. I have concluded the story below. Hope you enjoy, and thanks for reading.

Shortly after the third floor hallway in Madsen Hall had witnessed the unbridled passion that Tobin and I had shared, I had drifted off on my bed, thinking about what an amazing girl she was. I was equal parts turned on by what might happen the next day and scared of what she might want to do with me. Even though it was barely 1:00 in the afternoon, I was exhausted, and sleep soon overtook my consciousness. Read more »

You Have to Earn It [MF]

[This](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nkbpyk/a_fun_study_session_mf) is the first part of this story. A lot of it is set up of how I met Tobin, how we became friends, and how we eventually hooked up. This story is a continuation of that story, directly following those events. In any case, I hope you enjoy it.

The day after my study session with Tobin was the midterm for my theater history class. Tobin, I knew, was going home for fall break right after her last exam, so I knew that there would be no repeat performance of the last night’s events right away. I on the other hand, was going to be staying on campus for break. I was not close enough with any of my friends for them to invite me home with them, and truthfully I was looking forward to having some time to myself. I knew that Juan was spending time with his host family, so I would be the only occupant in the room for a full week.

I finished my midterm and walked out of the room, breathing in the sweet air of freedom. I smiled, thinking of the week of football, baseball playoffs, and no Juan that awaited me. I walked into my empty room and turned on the television. The lack of urgency that I felt was outstanding. I had not been this relaxed since college started. Read more »

A Fun Study Session [MF]

Despite the current trend of entering into college with a five year plan, majors decided upon, and internships three years out lined up in order to justify the enormous debt that we would all be accruing over the next four years, I started college with no plan, no major, and not even a thought of a possible internship. My thought process was that all of that would work itself out, and in the meantime, I would not be at home with my parents and sisters. This thought process led to me signing up for some of the more obscure general education classes. One of these courses was Theater History. In high school I had taken two years of drama to fulfill my vocational requirement, acted in a few plays, and even directed my own one act play. I was by no means a drama geek, but I enjoyed the theater and thought that it would be a nice change of pace from my math and science heavy schedule.  Read more »

All That Jazz [MF]

“I don’t mind you comin’ here. And wastin’ all my time. ‘Cause when you’re standin’, oh so near…” The alarm on my phone played The Cars hit from my dresser, waking me up at 4:30. I groaned and rolled out of bed, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I tasted the rancid flavor of the previous night’s beer and liquor on my breath and felt a dull throb in the base of my skull, presumably from the same source. None of it mattered though; not the early start, not the mild hangover, not even the fact that I had forgotten to turn on the heat the night before and it was now 45 degrees in the apartment. The day was finally there: Vacation. Sixteen days of road tripping, visiting national parks, hiking, and camping, with a mandatory brief stop at my parents place for Thanksgiving. I had not had a vacation in almost a year, and I was so ready to get out of town. I showered, brushed my teeth, grabbed my bag, and left on my trip by 5:00 am. I pulled out of the parking lot and rolled down the window, letting the brisk November air wash over me.  Read more »

One Missed Call [MF]

I attended college in a nice little town in the midwest, and in order to pay for that college I worked a few jobs. One of these jobs was a cashier/stocker at a 24 hour grocery store. I started working there when I was a sophomore and continued until I graduated. While there, I had developed a few friendships with the other guys on the night shift.

One of the guys, Jeff, was dating a girl who also worked at the store, Abby. Jeff was a 25 year old permanent student, changing his major twice per year and never passing more than two of his classes per semester most likely because when he wasn’t working he was drinking, smoking, and always looking for that next high. He was a bit taller than me, probably about 6’2”, had scruff but not a full beard, shaggy dirty blond hair, and extremely muscular. Abby on the other hand was 21, intelligent, determined to graduate the next year with a bio major, and quite studious. She was around 5’2”, had mousy brown hair that she dyed with streaks of blonde, was fit without being too skinny, bright blue eyes, and an enchanting smile. Abby liked to go out every once in awhile, but not every night like Jeff. As a result, I knew Jeff really well, while I knew Abby significantly less. We were always civil to each other and were able to make conversation, but I think she saw me more as Jeff’s drinking buddy than a co worker.  Read more »

Road Trip! [MF]

A few years ago my grandmother had a bit of a health scare, prompting a trip up to see that side of my family. Having gotten a new job that actually gives vacation time and located a bit closer to their part of the country than where I was, I figured that I would take a week or so to go up and see my grandparents, aunts and uncles, and cousins. As an added benefit, I would be driving through the city that my older sister, Laura, was in for the summer, allowing for a reunion as I had not seen her in almost a year. I had to work Friday night, so I figured that I would drive the ten hours to my sisters place on Saturday, spend through Monday with her, and then drive the remaining eight hours to my grandparents. I had already cleared the plan with everyone involved, and was looking forward to visiting family.  Read more »

Hostel Relations [MF]

“Mark!”

I heard the shout come from the other side of the baggage claim area and quickly whipped my head around. I saw Karen, my friend from college lumbering towards me, her bags weighing her down.

“It’s so good to see you!” I said, opening my arms and giving her a big hug.

“You too!” She smiled back.

It had been a year since we had seen each other, so we were both extremely excited for the long Memorial Day weekend. We walked to my car, and began the drive to the hostel we would be staying at. As soon as we exited the air conditioned airport, the heat hit us. Even though it was nearly 7 pm, it was up near 100 degrees, and it felt every bit of it. By the time we reached the hostel about 40 minutes away, we were already sweaty and gross. The heat had taken away any quippy banter, relegating us to regaling stories from our college days, and chatting about the few people we have stayed in contact with since. When we got to the hostel, we knocked on the door and were greeted by the host: a 6 foot tall black man with a shaved head, dressed in shorts and a ratty t-shirt. Read more »