I am not an attractive guy. Only 5' 6" and pudgy, I don't even bother when it comes to girls. Even if they could get past my acne, past my dandruff-filled hair, they'd soon realize how horrible I am at making the most basic conversation. But I hardly need to worry about that. Girls never approach me. I never approach them. That's the way it goes.
But every guy's got his cravings and one Saturday night I felt like I just NEEDED to be around a lot of beautiful women, maybe even brush up against one or catch a whiff of one's perfume. I was sick and tired of jerking off to the same old porno sites and looking to be around some real, live girls. Even if they weren't going to pay any attention to me.
So I put on some jeans, turned off the lights and went to the frat party across the street. Normally, the guys would give me crap at the door and wouldn't let me in, but tonight there was so much booze and pot that everyone was inside the house having the time ....
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