This story is actually a bit stale now. I posted it in the days following as a way to get it off my chest and into the world, but I deleted it soon after. It was a cathartic purge and cleanse, in a way. I’m trying to journal more and I like to keep these stories up now to look back and relive/experience the memories. It’s my version of a poorly-written and sloppily-executed Eat Pray Love.
As part of my earlier GoneWild stories, I’ve gotten a lot of questions about the relationship between my roommate and me. For better or worse, my roommate has since moved out due to some semi-related issues that later snowballed out of this originating event. So… maybe this is the villain origin story? Anyway, I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed recounting it 😂
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I’ve only been with men in the past. The typical college dare to kiss a girl friend. The sleepover cuddles in bed. The odd lingering stare in the locker room. I wouldn’t say anything out of the ordinary. But a few weeks back, my roommate and I were watching Euphoria together and it prompted this whole conversation about the “wilder” and “experimental” things we tried in college.