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Fidelity not always assured on 'sort of date'

Posted 10/15 @ 10:26pm by Kris Turner

It started with sex.

We met for the sole purpose of having a night of unadulterated fun. I’d known this person for a short while, and after a night of drinking, both of us happened to be on AIM at the same time. With a few nimble key strokes, this person arrived at my home.

After chilling and consuming a few more unnecessary beers, we headed to my bedroom, were we proceeded to achieve what so many Spartans seek on a lonely, drunken Thursday night. The sex was good, so, in a rare move, I let this person stay over.

A few days passed, and we met up again. Yes, the purpose was the same, but this time, we agreed we liked each other. In fact, I was even asked out by this person, much to my chagrin.

Pumped about having an actual date, versus a typical “schedule and screw,” I was overjoyed when an AIM window popped up at work, asking me out Tuesday night. So, putting off studying for midterms, I went out, had a few beers and stood amid a cloud of smelly, fake smoke, attempting to keep up a conversation over pulsating music.

As I walked back from the bathroom, I couldn’t happen but notice this person talking to someone else. I considered it fair game, since we weren’t in a relationship and no “I love you” had been exchanged (People, at least in my book, are free agents until an “I love you” is uttered). Then, as I ordered another draft beer at the bar, I couldn’t help but notice my sort-of-date’s lips locked with someone else.

Tilting my head with a perplexed look on my face, this person noticed me watching. A good friend was in the crowd and came to my aid, letting me know my new friend had been ridden more than a vintage bike owned by an East Lansing hippie.

Filled with a silent rage, my sort of date disappeared into the crowd, only to reappear later, asking me if I’d be angry. Never saying angry about what, this person just kept asking, “Would you be angry?”

I’m 22. I’ve had my share of trysts. But this blew my mind, when, in fact, I was hoping to get something else blown.

If you can’t even say, “Hey, I want to go screw someone else. I’m not going home with you. Sorry about that,” then you shouldn’t be hooking up with someone else. At least admit when you’re being a slut.

Hooking up with someone else in front of your date, or sort of date, is tacky. And, if you do, at least have the gumption to admit to it.

It turns out, my need to get screwed ended up screwing me over.

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asdf
10/15/08 @ 10:59pm

Good story, worst title ever.

fdsa
10/15/08 @ 11:26pm

“But this blew my mind, when, in fact, I was hoping to get something else blown.”

-Classy as ever, from another ‘whitty’ statenews reporter.

wow
10/16/08 @ 12:05pm

hope your future bosses don’t happen to stumble upon this on the Internet

Whoa
10/16/08 @ 12:11pm

So, how is this different from Spartan Edge?

Former Snewser
10/16/08 @ 12:50pm

You have to submit this for the Pacemaker.

Mr. Pants
10/16/08 @ 1:09pm

Just say you’re gay. No one cares. All of the “this person” and “my sort of date” lines make the story awkward to read.

wtf
10/16/08 @ 2:49pm

how the hell does something like this get posted on a legit news site lol

wtf indeed
10/16/08 @ 3:24pm

Did somebody get paid to write this story? When did the State News turn into Seventeen? Inappropriate.

What the.....
10/17/08 @ 1:21pm

Wait a second…… this is in the State News? Really? Ummm…. this is incredibly inappropriate and trashy.

please make it stop
10/27/08 @ 9:36pm

This column does not uphold the standards of the State News. Who approved of this blog?