Nothing seems to end.

It’s Sunday. You wake up. It feels like you’ve been sleeping forever. Check your phone. The numbers flash, “11:30 AM”. Shit. You’ve only been sleeping for 5 hours and you’re still groggy from the routine weekend of drinking and bullshitting with your friends. You open up your phone and see that you have no missed calls and no new text messages. Just like everyone else, your next instinct is to check your computer. Every website you’re a member of gets scanned.

MySpace. No messages, no comments, no nothing. The bulletin board doesn’t even seem to be worth reading anymore. You wonder if your friends back at home even remember you.

FaceBook. Two new notifications show you that your friend requests have been approved. Finally, you don’t have to feel like a creep anymore checking that girl’s profile every other day.

You click on the girl’s profile and you attempt to be witty given your exhausted state. “Hey, what’s up”, are the only words you can seem to collect to for any attempt of a conversation. You leave your laptop hopping to God that she won’t laugh and be kind enough to respond back to your lame comment.

Put some clothes on and brush your teeth, it’s time to do the same stupid shit you do every fucking day. You have plans remember? You and your friends talked about it in your drunken stupidity about getting some schoolwork done. As a matter of fact, you realize that you have been sleeping in your own filth so you shower. The night was long, no girls, no female attention. The shower is always the best place to rub one out, so you proceed.

Refreshed now? Finally you put some clean clothes on. You call your friends and try to gather them for some food before you get on with your plans. No one picks up so you’re stuck having to go to the dining hall and be that guy who eats alone. Whatever, at this point you’re so hungry and hung over you could careless if you eat by yourself. Leave your room, you’ll be sure to get some call when you step outside.

The food sucks again. What else is new? You’ve been doing the same shit for the past three weeks already. You think anything was supposed to change? Just eat and get out; it’s getting to be noon and your friends should be getting up now anyway.

Your body goes through the constant motions. Hand in left pocket, cigarettes pulled out, and lighter next. You light one up and start walking. You think to yourself, “It’s funny how every cigarette makes you feel like a god, but when it’s done, I’m back to my shitty mortal life”. Fuck it, you’re going to die anyway. Get back to your room to see if that girl you’ve been seeing around finally responded to your post.

Nothing. Whatever, it’s still early in the day. I’m sure she’s had a long night as well. Goddamn, someone finally shows you some love. It’s Dan Fig, the kid who is basically your brother. He’s ready to roll but it seems Dan Moore is still getting ready. When someone is getting ready it’s always the best time to just completely be a sloth and just delay what you’re supposed to do.

The hour goes by quickly. You still don’t want to work but you know you fucking have to. You and Dan Fig meet up at Dan Moore’s house. It’s time to start getting your shit straight and do some work. “Fuck”. It’s going to be a long week ahead of you, and you couldn’t be farther from the damn truth.

The bike to Mason Gross feels a burden. Any trip to do any type of work seems like a fucking burden nowadays. Suck it up though, get this shit through and you’ll be handsomely rewarded. Mason gross still seems like a fucking prison, who cares though, it’s home. Lock up the bike and get ready to half ass.

Thank God your project involves computers, it gives you a reason to slack off. So what do you do? FaceBook. Any given chance you and anyone else who is in college will check the fucking website. Ta-motherfucking-da. Your news feed displays a notification. The fucking bitch responded. The fucking bitch responded. Don’t get your hopes to high, you still have to think of something good to say and hope you can at least keep some form of dialogue going on. Impress her; it will work. Chicks like being impressed. You also see that she’s online, but this goddamn computer is keeping you from using any time of instant messenger service. Just fucking leave, you can do the work at home, you scanned what you needed and took pictures of what you have to. You have the program on your laptop. Plus this is your chance. Just fucking leave!

You say peace to your friends and bike back to your dorm in a hurry. At this point, every second matters. You get to your residence, run up the stairs throw yourself on your bed and message her within seconds. Thank you for AIM. It’s only there you can be smooth without making a complete ass of yourself. You message her and seconds later she responds. This is your opportunity take it.

Now you’ve seen this girl plenty of times around campus. She’s your style. Skinny jeans, emaciated and white. No other girl could be more perfect. You know you would have never talked to her unless you had some sort of in. You’re damn lucky you found out she was on the volleyball team. She could have been working at the computer lab for all you care, you finally have your in though.

The conversation goes smoothly, now you’re ready to take it face to face. You plan the place to meet up because after all she is two dorms away from your self-loathing ass. You see her walk out. Remain you’re cool, there is no need to panic. She hesitantly walks over to you. Not as good looking as you remember but you can’t back out now. She is still the same girl. She still has that same appeal that attracts you.

You guys hit it off well. This is an introductory conversation. All you’re doing is just trying not to look like a complete dick. You just have to find something in common and something opposite. Her body language says she’s into you, but you can’t be to sure. You ask her to go to the dining hall to grab something to eat. She agrees. “Fuck yes!”, you scream in your head. She’s interested. Just keep this flow going to dinner and you’re set. She’s been eating up everything you’ve been saying from here, give it a couple of more hours and you’re in.

Dinner was great, but what you really want to do is see what her room looks like. Not to fuck her in it, but really just to see what her room looks like. You’re trying to date this girl, not make this a one-night stand. Holy shit! She lives in Dan Fig’s room from last year. It looks a lot different. A big change from that motel look he was going for a year ago. You’ve got this far, you must be doing something right so don’t fuck it up.

You meet her roommate, she seems like a totally bitch, which probably means she is. Whatever, you want her out because you want some alone time. Because you’re at this point anything is possible. Again her body language is saying she’s interested. Do something that will change the way you two are positioned. You lay down and make a smart ass comment about her uncomfortable pillow. You watch her move it as she suggests you both lay on the bed. You’re in. This is your move. Don’t double think. She is letting you lay down with her, take this opportunity. Bam, you do it.

This is where the talking stops. You just don’t lay down with a girl and not do anything. You have to stop being a pussy and make a move. Thirty goddamn minutes have gone by so choose to do something right now. Don’t seem like a pussy and just go!

The kiss commences. There are sparks. What is running through your head? “I just met this girl and I’m already at first base”! You’re no pimp though. Another thought comes by. “Wait a second. What if she is just a total whore”? You fuck it and just take the former. After all what guy wants to think he’s hooking up with a prostitute. You’re on top of the world. The girl you wanted from the first day is laying next to you and you two are tongue dancing. Shit can’t get any better now. But in the back of your mind you still have some fucking work to do. God damnit you have to upload those pictures you took. Tell her you’ll be back in ten minutes.

You bike over to your friend’s house, ecstatic as hell. You’ve been interested in this girl since the day you moved back and you hooked up with her. Tell him the good news. Dan Fig can’t believe a word you just fucking said, but he knows you. He knows you got it good. He knows you didn’t leave Mason Gross early for no reason. Now get back to her place will the going is still good. Race there. Pedal like you’ve never fucking pedaled before.

You’re back, but you see her friend there. It’s cool it’s a girl; another volleyball chick at that, too. Play it cool, maybe she thinks that you and the girl are just hanging out. Internet videos are being played and the girl keeps pulling you back to kiss you every time her friend turns around. Wow. Isn’t this fucking super? She’s into you man. It’s been a long fucking time since a girl has been into you like that. Just keep going with it. Her friend should leave the room soon, her laptop battery is dying anything, she is going to have to recharge that shit. Ha, and she does. Take this time to kiss her deeply. But no, for some reason she wants you to leave now. Fuck man. Just want things were going good she spontaneously asks you to go. Whatever you know she is into you and you know something good can come out of this. Leave with that shit-eating grin on your face.

You do your work. It is getting fucking cold in your room and all you want to do is go to bed now and bam! Guess who is online. Message her you fag, talk about how much fun you had. The fun was fun and now it’s time for more. You tell her you’re cold, she tells you she is cold to. What’s the best way to warm up when two people are cold? Cuddling! Suggest that she comes over. If she says no than you sleep by yourself. If she says yes then you finally get that nightly companionship that you’ve yearned for. And plus nothing is going to happen, your roommate is passed out.

You go to her dorm to pick her up. She’s in the lounge waiting for you. That didn’t take to long, now hold her as you walk back to your room. It is way too cold out for two people to even be walking. You both enter your room quietly. You don’t want to wake anybody up. She gets in the bed as soon as possible while you change into your sleeping wear. Ah, good old underwear and wife beater. Hop in bed now you fuck. It is time for some sleep. Kissing isn’t a good way to get to bed, in fact any time of physical activity is a tough way to get to sleep, unless it involves busting a nut.

The pecks on the lips turn you on you want more than that but you have to be quiet. The roommate is asleep, remember? You slip some tongue and she reciprocates. This is fun but she still has that damn hoodie on. You tell her to take it off. What the fuck she has another one on. Oh yeah, it is cold outside. You tell her to take that off too. She has a nice shirt on, and volleyball one from her high school days. You think to ask her to remove that one too, but you don’t want to push your luck. After all at this point you have your tongue in her mouth and her right tit in your hand. God has blessed you for your good deeds.

Now things are getting better. It would be far better if your roommate wasn’t in the fucking room though. Whatever, take your chances, who knows if an opportunity like this will come again. Don’t think though. You think too much, if you sleep with her you might not talk to her again, but if you don’t you might regret it forever. She says that she can’t do anything past first base because she just met you. Meanwhile you have a raging hard on. You agree but your selfish ass continues with the elementary foreplay. You want to know how wet she is. Rub her through her panties. It’s not skin on skin but she can still feel it. That’s right she feels it. That’s right she fucking wants it. Give it to her. Just fucking give it to her.

“I want you in me”. Your jaw drops. No girl has ever said something so hot like that to you ever. You look over your shoulder to see if your roommate is fast asleep. Who cares? The sweat pants slides off and the penis slides in. This is fucking heaven. You can’t be any happier. In fact if you died at that instant you’d be the happiest man in the world. She says things to you that you only though was said in the pornography you watched as a kid. Your fantasy of fucking a porn star is coming true, but this one is a potential girlfriend. Don’t bust, keep going. That’s a boy. Do as she says. “Fuck her pussy”. You’ll get to your nirvana in a few at this point let her enjoy it. You tell her “I’m going to cum”, and you couldn’t be farther from the truth. Pull that shit out and unload. You tool shots off like a shotgun. Buckshot all over her stomach. You’re fucking tired but looking down at her, you still want some more. Wipe that shit off though, you don’t want to be laying in your own seed.

The night is long. You can’t get to sleep because she won’t stop kissing you. You can’t fucking complain though. This is what you’ve wanted; a girl who wants you. Be happy, this might not last forever. It’s closing in on 6 AM, suggest that it’s time to sleep. You need to get up early and you told her that you’d wake her up when you did. Sleep well captain. You might not be sitting on top of the world for as long as you’d like . . .