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I asked another girl – a hot chick, one who lived in my dorm – if she knew of him. She did. She hadn’t slept with him, but she knew a friend who had.
I asked about her friend’s experience.
“Well, she pretty much raved it was the best sex she’d ever had… but he never called her back again.”
So he was talented in the sack… and a total scumbag.
Gross.
“Would your friend sleep with him again if he hit on her?”
“She’d probably say she wouldn’t, but… I know her. She’d do it again in a heartbeat.”
Lovely.
Although, I can’t deny, even though I was disgusted by him… phrases like ‘your roommate missed out big time’ and ‘the best sex she’d ever had’ kept echoing in my ears.
Not that it mattered in the slightest.
I was never, ever going to see him again, I was sure of it.
So, of course, he came back two days later.