Sorry this is a bit long…
Back in college, I was a nerdy computer science major, and roughly dressed the part – I wore graphic tees with excruciatingly pedantic designs, wore a mop of messy unkempt black hair, and walked around in flip flops until the weather made it unbearable. My only redeeming quality was that I was not terrible-looking, and I was in fantastic shape at that point – I wasn’t the most athletic guy, but I spent a lot of time at the gym. And so, I’d had girlfriends before, but as you might have expected, I was about as smooth as your typical computer science major and so aside from one awkward, messy night of sex, they never really went anywhere.
So when college hit, I felt this was my chance to come out of my shell, sleep with some girls, and explore (not unlike most nerdy college freshman). But I went to my first party, and, having not had any alcohol before, drank something like 1/6th of a handle of vodka and got absolutely black out drunk and woke up on the floor of the communal bathroom (not even of my own dorm). My friend later told me I’d stripped down to my boxers, began yelling something about love, I then proceeded to start biting things and flirting with random strangers.