My roommate once gave a presentation on the social mores and economic status of Kenya to my class of World Literature and afterwards, I got to hear every girl in the class talk about him in lustful, melting-into-puddle tones.
He wasn't a bad sort of fellow, also quite pleasant but just very, um, how to put it? Lascivious. Really did prove distracting and slightly harmful to my fragile ego. The powerful smell of musk in my room every night alone kinda threw me.
I've discovered something about college women - rather, chernobylred and kijjohnson educated me about this: Just like boys of that age, they're all full of hormones and spend most of each lecture doing the same things boys do. That is, making eyes, smiling and giggling to their little friends, and starting at guys' belt buckles.
Sheesh. I was better off not knowing that. It's distracting, that fog of pheremones.
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He wasn't a bad sort of fellow, also quite pleasant but just very, um, how to put it? Lascivious. Really did prove distracting and slightly harmful to my fragile ego. The powerful smell of musk in my room every night alone kinda threw me.
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Sheesh. I was better off not knowing that. It's distracting, that fog of pheremones.
Chris