About a year ago, I went to a party at a friend’s house. The place was crowded. There was a bunch of people there that I hadn’t seen since high school. We were all having a good time, drinking, dancing, and catching up on what everyone’s up to now that most of us are done with college. I’m a pretty big guy and I can usually handle my drinks, but I guess I got a little carried away that night ’cause I started getting real tired and then the room started spinning. [..]


Last Friday, my friend Linda invited me to a party at Robert’s house. I was really excited because I’ve had a crush on Robert for almost a year. I put on my hottest outfit for the party. Robert’s eyes nearly fell out of his head when he opened the door. I thought to myself that this might finally be the night we get to know each other. Unfortunately, it was time to go home before I had a chance to really talk to Robert alone. So I called my mom to ask her if I could spend the night at Linda’s house. She said yes and when I got off the phone, I turned around to find Robert standing right behind me. [..]


To this day I can’t stand the subject of Psychology. It all stems from that one “Intro to Psychology” course I took my sophomore year in college taught by perhaps the worst professor ever. My aversion to psychology runs deep, and it has everything to do with Professor Peters, but not because he couldn’t teach.

Before I begin, I should say I’ve never told this to anyone before. I mean why would I? No one would’ve actually believed that distinguished, tenure-tracked Professor Peters tried to make me have sex with him. Besides, maybe they’d have thought that I’d asked for it or something, I mean, I attended all his office hours religiously and I did go over to his house when he offered. But wait, I’m getting ahead of myself, I ought to start at the beginning. [..]

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