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I was that college student who explored her sexuality freely. You know the type — the one with a few fleeting relationships. While I lost count of my partners, it was around twenty, and let’s just say my count of other intimate encounters is far too high to remember. But honestly, I had a fantastic time. My only regret? Not hooking up with two close friends I still cherish today. We often joke about it, reminiscing about our college days, “I always thought we would hook up,” I once said, quoting our favorite series. “Same here,” my friend replied, laughing.
In college, I lived in a dorm filled with outcasts — the artists, the LGBTQ+ community, and the unconventional. Thankfully, no one ever shamed me for my choices. Most were aware of my escapades, but it didn’t matter. We even played a game where we’d connect dorm mates based on their romantic histories, similar to the six degrees of Kevin Bacon, but with a sexual twist. It was a sex-positive environment.
Living Life on My Terms
I was bold enough to take four v-cards. One time, while dating someone I didn’t want to betray, I sneakily wrote on his mirror, “Too bad I can’t hook up with you.” We even had a birthday bash that spiraled into an orgy with partner swapping. I enjoyed several threesomes and felt let down when I discovered one guy was engaged after.
Remember that iconic line from Clerks? “Try not to suck any dick on your way through the parking lot!” That was me. I experienced one-night stands, relationships that didn’t last, and even a fling with my resident hall advisor — definitely a no-go.
I fully embraced my sexuality, and I loved every moment. Thankfully, I avoided STDs and pregnancy by being responsible about testing and birth control. My five years of college, including the first year of grad school, were filled with exhilarating, consequence-free encounters. I experimented with costumes, toys, and even some bondage. I should have gone for that English guy too — a missed opportunity!
Growing up in a strict Catholic family, I was taught that sex was sinful. The sex education I received was minimal, merely explaining reproduction without any real guidance. Shockingly, my parents never brought up my college escapades, even if they suspected.
Once I broke free from that upbringing, I was ready to explore and surround myself with non-judgmental friends who shared similar desires. No one called me names or shamed me; instead, they were right there with me at the next party.
A Happy Transition to Monogamy
Shortly after my wild college days, I met my husband during my second year of graduate school, and we’ve been together ever since. I’ve never strayed, and all my past experiences made me quite adept in bed — something he appreciates.
More than anything, I miss my youth and the freedom it brought. The fleeting encounters were exhilarating, but they were just a part of a larger adventure. I was young, free, and eager to embrace life’s possibilities.
Now, I find joy in stability and being deeply in love. My partner understands me fully, and every moment together is meaningful. While those past escapades were fun, they quickly lost their charm, and I was always chasing the next thrill. Looking back, I cherish those experiences but am grateful for the love I have now.
Summary
This reflection dives into a college experience filled with exploration and freedom, celebrating a past of self-discovery and sexual liberation. From one-night stands to a vibrant social life, the author embraces her journey, ultimately finding happiness in a committed relationship later in life. She acknowledges the thrill of youth while cherishing the deep connections formed in adulthood.