I went to a “preview weekend” (think pre-orientation) for my college this past weekend. It was super fun and there were maybe 40 first year students that came. There was a party for everyone the first night, and as my school is in Montreal, alcohol was provided for people without issue. Naturally, being me, I got very drunk. I started flirting with the guy who had caught my eye earlier in the day and soon enough, the two of us were sitting together on the couch completely drunk on each other (both figuratively and literally).
After we started talking, he went in to kiss me, but since we were still in the same room with everyone else, I told him it would probably be best if we left. So, we did. We started trying to find a way out and he managed to set an alarm off trying to open a door. I jumped off the top of the small staircases that led up to the door and landed weird. My foot hurt and I didn’t really think much of it at the time.
Well, I told him that my foot hurt so he carried me all the way back to his room. We had sex three times, three fucking rounds of sex. It was a good time and we actually high fived a few times about being each other’s first college lay.
He left around 3am to take a shower and I started to gather my clothes. Still pretty drunk, the most I thought to myself about my foot was “well, hopefully I can sleep and then it’ll feel better in the morning.” I couldn’t find my bra and I’m 95% sure he kept it as a souvenir. Which kind of bums me out because 1. it was my favorite bra; 2. it was $60; and 3. it’s the same bra I wore when I lost my virginity.
Anyway. I left his room around 3:30am and managed to hobble over to the elevator to take me a floor down to where my room was. I tried to sleep and woke up at 5.
This is super long. Okay. I went to a student leader’s room and told her something was wrong with my foot. We ended up going to the hospital and I was in so much pain… After waiting in the emergency room for a few hours, they finally took an xray and told me my foot was indeed broken.
I didn’t get any painkillers until 9am, which was exactly eight hours after my foot got broken. I am now very grateful for painkillers.
So, recap: I went to my first college party. I broke my foot on my way to a guy’s room. Still had sex with him (and a lot of sex). Didn’t go to the hospital until the next morning.
I am now in a boot and have to walk with crutches, which I’m still getting used to! Which explains the picture: so many people took shifts giving me piggy back rides in Montreal for the rest of the weekend.