Running Amok
Season 2 of the Real World- Summerfield Suites has a lot less sex and drama and a lot more hotel party shenanagins. I like this return to innocence, the high-school style fun is refreshing.
I love that kids who were here from last year will allude to the shit we got into back then. Specifically, the shit I got into. Doing it for the story is a lot more rewarding when you get to tell the story. Some of my friends from last year made cryptic references to the gazebo in front of the hotel. "the lunch dates don't even compare to gazebo dates" 'I don't know if I would eat in the gazebo, it's been defiled." On a smoke walk last night two new friends asked me, 'what exaclty happened in the gazebo?" I giggled. Um. "You fucked someone in the gazebo didn't you? I knew it!"
"Well not exactly"
"You did something ridiculous."
"Well there were three of us..."
"Please tell me it was you, and two guys"
"No it was me and this girl from Smith and Sam but, whatever, it was more for the story. I didn't really mean to. It was like, fun I guess, until I see these flashes coming from the bushes, and I try to pull my clothes back on and I'm like, what the fuck is that shit!? And there is Sam's roommate Rhyan, with his fucking camera, having crawled under the bushes to watch. I was so mad, I could have killed him, I told him I hated him and I was gonna kill him in his sleep, and then he punched me in the back of the head. It was a big fucked up mess then, but it's funny now, right?"
"Um yeah. I hope you get just as ridiculous this year. I'll try to make that happen for you."
Somehow I think I'll be (relatively) good this year. After the first week here, I hooked up with "Baby Daddy" Kyle, even though I sort of knew he had a baby but I figured that was his problem. Fooled around that first Jager-soaked Thursday night, and then he invited himself over to my room the following week when my roommate was gone. He layed down on my bed and I sort of sighed and thought, why the hell not? He's already here, I've got nothing else to do, we've already hooked up sort of, he's actually pretty attractive in spite of himself, could be really fun.
The lighting in the room was sort of low and warm and flattering but he turned off all the lights so it was totally dark. I don't know the last time I hooked up with someone in total darkness. I beleive it was either because someone's roommate was asleep near by or because we were deep in the woods at night. What guy does that? If the options are like, fluorescent dorm lights or nothing, than yeah, let's turn those fuckers off, but when we have soft, lampshade-filtered light and I'm freshly tanned and waxed and I've shaved my legs and my underwear is cute (incidentaly, not for this shit) why do I have to be cloistered in the dark like it's some big secret? Dude wasn't shy about telling me his intentions in front of a few other people. freaking weirdo.
He was really time-efficient (I guess when you have a baby you have to be?) and then he stayed in my bed a while, talking about how great he is at computer programing and how big of a deal he's going to be when he gets published. You can't see someone roll their eyes in total darkness so I guess it was ultimately a good idea.
It was very fluid and easy and effortless and comfortable (and unremarkable) and I thought as he left that it was good that he was the kind of guy who wouldn't be awkward around me and my friends later. But he has been noticably absent from everything for the past 2 weeks, almost reclusive. It's like he maxed out in the first week. It's not that he doesn't talk to me, he doesn't talk to anyone, doesn't eat with anyone, doesn't drink with anyone.
But anyways. I'm sort of disenchanted with the hooking up, and am almost inclined to just not do anything for the rest of the summer. That might happen whether I decide it or not but at least with this approach I could pretend it was my decision, not my incompetance.
Instead I'll keep having good clean fun, stealing traffic cones and pulling numbers of the buidings at the hotel and staying up all night with a case of beer, getting blazed in the bushes behind summerfield and sitting in the hottub with my aviators on at night and watching Dark Side of the Rainow after Pinot and Percs and drinking Franzia out of a nalgene bottle on the metro. I'm enjoying being 16 again.
I love that kids who were here from last year will allude to the shit we got into back then. Specifically, the shit I got into. Doing it for the story is a lot more rewarding when you get to tell the story. Some of my friends from last year made cryptic references to the gazebo in front of the hotel. "the lunch dates don't even compare to gazebo dates" 'I don't know if I would eat in the gazebo, it's been defiled." On a smoke walk last night two new friends asked me, 'what exaclty happened in the gazebo?" I giggled. Um. "You fucked someone in the gazebo didn't you? I knew it!"
"Well not exactly"
"You did something ridiculous."
"Well there were three of us..."
"Please tell me it was you, and two guys"
"No it was me and this girl from Smith and Sam but, whatever, it was more for the story. I didn't really mean to. It was like, fun I guess, until I see these flashes coming from the bushes, and I try to pull my clothes back on and I'm like, what the fuck is that shit!? And there is Sam's roommate Rhyan, with his fucking camera, having crawled under the bushes to watch. I was so mad, I could have killed him, I told him I hated him and I was gonna kill him in his sleep, and then he punched me in the back of the head. It was a big fucked up mess then, but it's funny now, right?"
"Um yeah. I hope you get just as ridiculous this year. I'll try to make that happen for you."
Somehow I think I'll be (relatively) good this year. After the first week here, I hooked up with "Baby Daddy" Kyle, even though I sort of knew he had a baby but I figured that was his problem. Fooled around that first Jager-soaked Thursday night, and then he invited himself over to my room the following week when my roommate was gone. He layed down on my bed and I sort of sighed and thought, why the hell not? He's already here, I've got nothing else to do, we've already hooked up sort of, he's actually pretty attractive in spite of himself, could be really fun.
The lighting in the room was sort of low and warm and flattering but he turned off all the lights so it was totally dark. I don't know the last time I hooked up with someone in total darkness. I beleive it was either because someone's roommate was asleep near by or because we were deep in the woods at night. What guy does that? If the options are like, fluorescent dorm lights or nothing, than yeah, let's turn those fuckers off, but when we have soft, lampshade-filtered light and I'm freshly tanned and waxed and I've shaved my legs and my underwear is cute (incidentaly, not for this shit) why do I have to be cloistered in the dark like it's some big secret? Dude wasn't shy about telling me his intentions in front of a few other people. freaking weirdo.
He was really time-efficient (I guess when you have a baby you have to be?) and then he stayed in my bed a while, talking about how great he is at computer programing and how big of a deal he's going to be when he gets published. You can't see someone roll their eyes in total darkness so I guess it was ultimately a good idea.
It was very fluid and easy and effortless and comfortable (and unremarkable) and I thought as he left that it was good that he was the kind of guy who wouldn't be awkward around me and my friends later. But he has been noticably absent from everything for the past 2 weeks, almost reclusive. It's like he maxed out in the first week. It's not that he doesn't talk to me, he doesn't talk to anyone, doesn't eat with anyone, doesn't drink with anyone.
But anyways. I'm sort of disenchanted with the hooking up, and am almost inclined to just not do anything for the rest of the summer. That might happen whether I decide it or not but at least with this approach I could pretend it was my decision, not my incompetance.
Instead I'll keep having good clean fun, stealing traffic cones and pulling numbers of the buidings at the hotel and staying up all night with a case of beer, getting blazed in the bushes behind summerfield and sitting in the hottub with my aviators on at night and watching Dark Side of the Rainow after Pinot and Percs and drinking Franzia out of a nalgene bottle on the metro. I'm enjoying being 16 again.
posted by Sarah at 8:49 AM
1 Comments:
ohh good all times~!
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