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I wish I could blame it on the alcohol. Sure I had a handful drinks at the party that night, but by the time my clothes came off I felt completely sober. I don?t know why I did it. It just sort of happened. I just went to the party to get rid off some stress. Between a week of tests, multiple research papers and a messy breakup the week before Valentine?s Day, I need to blow off some steam. Before we went out that night, my roommate told me. ?You need to get laid.? I don?t think what happened is what she had in mind. As we walked out of our dorm room that night, never in a million years did I think something would happen like something happened that night? The night started like just about any other Friday night in just about any college town. We stopped at the neighboring dorm to meet two of our friends, then headed off campus. Now my college doesn?t have a mansion filled Greek lane. It looked like any other house built in the past twenty years, complete with the vinyl siding. The only difference, the lack of any sort of decorations on the outside. They had covered all of the windows, but light still crept out from around the edges. The unmistakable sound of a full house of college-aged party goers greeted us. For a Friday night when most of the country was out having a romantic dinner, the house was full. Judging by the way most of the men in the house looked at it, most of them single and looking to mingle. I?m not the kind of girl that goes out looking for attention, especially not at frat parties, but I?ll admit that I liked the looks I got that night. It took my mind off of my ex-boyfriend and my grueling course load. It had one other effect on me. One that left my body feeling warm. Now for the record, I don?t have anything against frat guys. I have lots of guy friends that are in frats. However, their parties put a new meaning to meat market and their target audience is the lowest common denominator. I knew I wouldn?t meet any guys there interested in my G.P.A. The only number any guy there cared about there was my bra size. However, compared to what some of my fellow coeds wore, I dressed like a nun. The blonde girl to the left of me at the keg wore a tank top with a neckline down to her belly. I saw less cleavage when I looked at myself naked in the mirror. It was quite obvious to everyone that she wasn?t wearing a bra. Did I mention it was February 14th, the middle of winter and I attended school in the middle of nowhere Illinois? The temperature outside hovered around a chilly 32 degrees that night. Even if she had worn a jacket to the party that night she had to be cold inside of that house. It may have been packed, but a cold, drafty wind blew in every time someone opened the door. I didn?t want to take my heavy, winter coat off. I spotted Evan, reason number three why I went to that party that night. He was a member of the frat hosting the party and I hoped he noticed me next to half the half naked chick. I wore a sweater that just didn?t have the same effect. He smiled when he saw me, but smiled harder at blondie. Escort Tunalı (http://tunali.t2bro.net/) Okay, he may have technically invited me, but when he told me about the party as we left our English Lit 101 class, he wasn?t inviting me as a love interest. However, that doesn?t mean that I can?t have fantasies. Evan is tall, dark and handsome. Just about everything a girl wants from his styled brown hair to his muscular arms. He likes to be the life of the party, but I?d seen him in classes two. He wasn?t just some class clown. He did the reading and always joined in on the class dialogs. ?Want me to take your coat?? Evan asked me while eyeing blondie. ?Um, no I can hold on to it.? I took it off, but held it underneath my arm. I wore a sweater. It showed off my curves, but unlike blondie I had everything covered up. Evan gave me a look, up and down my body. However, he didn?t look at me the same as the way he stared at the girl next to me. He may have just been looking at the awkward way I held my coat. He put his arm out. ?I?ll put it upstairs in my room. No one will touch it there.? ?Sure.? I handed him the coat, agreeing and kind of wondering if it was an excuse to get me up to his room later. Then I saw him say something to my new blonde friend as he walked by her. Her coat was probably up in his room too. I lost my friends in the crowd and made my way around the house looking for them. It wasn?t that big of the house, but people filled every room on the first flower and overflowed into the basement. It made it hard to find my friends that I came with, but I did run into people I knew from classes and ended up in a conversation about the an exam with a guy and a girl from my Chem class. Not exactly the conversation I wanted to have after a long week of classes, but it was good to hear other people thought the exam was the worse thing since Trigonometry. I could feel my stress levels starting to come down. As my shoulders started to relax I saw the one person I really didn?t want to see. On the other end of the room, I saw an all too familiar face. My most recent ex-boyfriend. To make matters worse, he had his arm wrapped around another girl. She wore a skin-tight yellow shirt, so tight that it practically became see through. Even from across the room I could see the outline of her black and white leopard print bra. I?m not kidding, she looked like a whore. He may have broken up with me, but I hadn?t expected to see him with another girl already. We broke up after an argument, not because he had a new love interest or because I thought he was cheating on me. However, they were wrapped up together it was pretty obvious that this wasn?t their first date. I didn?t recognize her, but if I was her I would be pissed that he brought me to a frat party on Valentine?s Day. Before they recognized me, I cut out of the conversation and made my way through the masses out of the living room. When I didn?t get too far, I followed the path of least resistance downstairs. In the middle of the room, two groups of college students were ulus escort (http://ulus.t2bro.net/) in a heated game of flippy cup. If you?ve never played it, it?s a drinking game where everyone tries to flip an upside down cup, right side. There?s some drinking involved, but you?re really not missing much. It reminds me far too much of high school. When the drinking games come out, it?s usually my sign that it?s time to go someplace else. Whether that?s out to the bars or back to my dorm, that depends on my mood. However, tonight I had just gotten to the party. I didn?t want to leave, especially when I saw reason number four at the table. I had a crush on Chris, another member of the Frat hosting the party. We sat next to each other in the Physics of Sound