When you first read the words “debate camp”, you probably do not imagine partying and debauchery…and while not everyone at this nerdfest participated in the fun, if you pack away college students over the summer on an empty campus, the kids will find plenty of ways to cut loose after-hours. I wasn’t even 21 at this time, and though I never seriously became competitive at collegiate debate, I was able to master my beer pong skills with alcohol supplied by the juniors and seniors.
This story is about a freshman we’ll call Mandy. She was a petite Asian, long dark hair, about 5’2” (maybe less), with perky B-cupped breasts. She wasn’t shy, and was definitely the type who flirted with the coaches and staff…although young, she immediately struck you as the type who could work a room (or a bar…I doubt she ever paid for her own drinks). When I met her, she had a casual relationship going on with one of her assistant coaches, and being from a SoCal party school she wasn’t fazed by alcohol…so not exactly a first impression of innocence? But boy was I wrong – we’ll put this as Exhibit A for “not a virgin”.