The "Off Limits" Girl

Now I had great respect for my STYCs and listened avidly to nearly all the advice that they gave out. This piece of advice, however, I totally ignored. The way I saw it was that, being a lad, one of the best things about uni was that there are so many girls and consequently so many possibilities. I wasn’t willing to let a little bit of embarrassment ruin potentially a lot of fun.

After burying my STYCs’ little citation in the darkest depths of my mind, I started off at university with the intention of getting with as many girls as possible. Tru, Gallery and Ziggy's were all proving to be very profitable nights out and everything was going according to plan.

Then one Wednesday at Ziggy's I got chatting to a girl who turned out to be on the same course as me. Ignoring my STYCs advice I took the plunge and, with VKs in hand, managed to seal the deal and add another all-important notch to the bedpost. It was a bit embarrassing the next morning, and most times when I saw her in lectures, but it wasn’t so bad that I wasn’t willing to do it again.

One night soon after, I went out with a whole group of friends from my halls for someone’s birthday. After getting monumentally drunk beforehand playing ring of fire, we then proceeded to town. Two triples at the Nags were swiftly followed by a couple of Jägerbomb at Rumours, and before I knew it someone had opened the emergency exit doors in Tru and we were in, free of charge.

The night was going great but there was one important thing missing; a girl. Deciding to rectify this, I started chatting to one of the girls living in my block at halls. After all, getting with a course mate was fine so how much worse could this be? Turns out, quite a bit.

First problem is that I saw her much more than I ever saw my course mate and we have the same friends. Whereas I saw my course mate maybe once a week, I saw this girl much more regularly - it became more awkward day by day. Worse still are friends who never let it slip from your memory that it happened and continually bring it up through banter.

I would have to say that in the end my STYCs probably got it partly right. It can be awkward getting with girls from your course or your halls. But at the end of the day there are much more embarrassing things you can do. And anyway, it’s not like I slept with a flat mate...

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