*Ages referenced are from the time of the encounter.*
As college students are inclined to do, my roommates and I (M22) threw quite a few parties. Four of us lived in a rented house on a hill where privacy was abundant and we had no noise concerns. We became the de facto spot for gatherings of all sizes.
A mutual friend of the roommates, Nick, was coming to the area to visit and we said we would throw a bit of a bash for him while he stayed with us. From there, it was standard operating procedure – we got a variety of cheap spirits, some beer, chips & dip, etc. All the while we sent texts to our regular group of friends to let them know we’d be hosting again, to bring some booze and to let us know if they’d be bringing anyone else.
Nick was a bit of an odd bird. Always fancied himself a ladies man, despite a flimsy relationship with successfully wooing women. In a stroke of genius, he invited about 15 women he’d once hooked up with or hoped to hook up with in the future. “It’s a numbers game,” he’d say. He wasn’t wrong, but it put some stress on us as hosts.