Here’s another installment of the ghosts of hookups past! I met Dan in college, he was a year or two younger and whenever we were at a party together we always seemed to gravitate towards each other, inevitably winding up in a corner kissing. It all seemed pretty innocent; he was a very passionate kisser, but I noticed he kept his hands respectfully on my waist or at the small of my back. I was at the point of college where I was hooking up with so many jerks, I was surprised to meet such a gentleman, and I found him to be overwhelmingly sweet. He looked at me with stars in his eyes….so I figured I had to ruin him.
One night me and my roommates were throwing a rager at our house. We had a buddy bring his DJ equipment, a damn-near fully stocked bar, and we were all dressed in next to nothing. I had opted for a black T-shirt dress that was mesh, showing off my lace lingerie set underneath (a conservative choice compared to many of my friends), my long red and purple hair worn down extra curly. I had cleaned my room, certain that even if Dan turned me down, SOMEONE would end up in bed with me. When Dan got to the party, we found each other immediately and our game of cat and mouse began.