My college years were some time ago and it feels like I need to start writing out some of these stories if I don’t want to lose the memory of them completely. Every one of these stories is completely true to the best of my recollection. You will know they are true because sometimes what happens to me in these stories is just too ridiculous to be made up.
In my later college years I had an on-campus office job. It was easy work, it paid pretty well, but mostly it was fun to be working in an office setting with primarily older women. In the 1980s, office women wore great outfits, and usually this included blouses with shoulder pads and black pencil skirts with pantyhose.
Why doesn’t anyone wear pantyhose anymore? Sigh.
Anyway, I’d flirt and joke and generally just be as fun to be around as possible, and the women in my office would sometimes flirt back. Even though I never really dated anyone at work, I managed to cultivate a reputation as a “ladies man,” a rep I can assure you was unearned. One of my roommates at that time worked in the next building over from mine, and he and I would get a group of our coworkers to go out drinking with us on Wednesday nights after work. We would go to our favorite bar, a little blues club near campus that had great dollar beers and potato skins, and usually blow the whole night just listening to music, getting drunk and trying to get lucky.