The BDSM Room, My Missing Car, and Sleeping with a College Kid

[saucydiva]

Last night I went to a party.

I mean, of course I did. I go to a lot of parties. But most of them are thrown by friends of mine, and are pretty low-key: bonfires in backyard and barbeques and the like.

But this time, I went a party through a website. It was a cocktail party, and we were instructed to dress to the nines and come on down to a

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[yumytaffy]

Okay, there are many parts of that story I want to comment on, but I can't get past the plot twist of your car being towed at all, much less for an effing movie. I'm sorry you had to go on that whole adventure, even if all the details about the so, so very young college student make me laugh forever.

[stillscape]

I kind of want to analyze what I was doing at 22 just to make sure it wasn't like this guy, but...it probably was, wasn't it?

[yumytaffy]

Confession: I'm closer to 22 than I'm leading anyone to believe. I'm just an old, boring, responsible person at heart. I'd like to think I was never in the "buy a person a donut to impress them" stage. On that note, neither of us were ever young college boys, so both of us were already ahead of that curve.

[stillscape]

This is true.

[saucydiva]

Oh my god. There were so many other things he said that just made me want to tell him he was too young to talk to grown ups.

At one point, he said he was straight. Then he said, wait, actually, he was technically pansexual, because he believed you fell in love with the person, not the genitals. Though he'd of course never been into a guy. And it was all I could do not to tell him that while pansexuality was a thing, he was not a pansexual. I just wanted to pinch his cheeks and tell him he was a political lesbian.

He also offer to let me keep the clothes he'd lent me, as though wandering the streets in cargo shorts while carrying a cocktail dress would somehow be less weird than just wearing the cocktail dress. No, no, no.

There was something else I was going to tell you about. Damnit.

[yumytaffy]

Aw, he thinks he's pansexual. That makes me want to pat him on the head and say, "That's right. You be exactly who you want to be." And he offered you his cargo shorts! I'm pretty sure that in college kid customs, that means you're engaged.