jonathan9367
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so im trying to decide between Saint Louis University and loyola in chicago. Can any of you guys speak about having gone there or having buddies there. Thanks ahead of time. +k for legit help
College choice SLU vs Loyola Chi
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I'm sad that there are so few stories at loyola. This one is about my worst date ever. (And may I note, that I was 22 at the time and I probably should have left after the second question, but hell! I've got a great story now!)
I was working at a tanning salon, and basically that meant I sat there and watched TV until someone had to be checked in, or a bed had to be cleaned. Easy money, right? Well, this is Chicago and we spend far too long with barely any sun, so it also meant a lot of cute guys came in.
By the time my first six months were up, I was pretty good at being able to tell who was off-limits, or available … or gay. One night, I was sitting behind the counter watching TV (who knows what), and this pretty cute guy came in. We chatted and I checked him in (while I could tell he was checking me out). Over the next few weeks, he came in more and more, and we'd talk (all the while I was sitting behind the counter). Eventually, he asked me out. We made plans to meet up at the golf course where he bartended. It was only one town over, so I met him there. My roommates were throwing a party later, and then we were going to head over there.
I walked in, only to discover that he was a good 4 inches shorter then me. I thought, be nice! He's really sweet. And then I realized that the place was closed and we had it all to ourselves. Strange, I thought. He made me a couple cocktails, and we sat around and talked. After his third drink, he asked me if I was a virgin. (Umm...hello! At the time I was 22 - and I was going to SCSU! Pu-leaze!) I said no, and he said, "I lost my V-Card last year."
"Oh, yeah?" I said. Not every guy has to be a male whore, so I thought that was pretty sweet.
"Yeah, but it wasn't in the usual way," he told me.
"Huh?" I asked. "What do you mean?"
He fumbled with his drink for a second and said "Well, I was raised Catholic, and so was my girlfriend. We were scared that she'd get pregnant, so we lost our V-Cards by doing butt-sex."
WTF?
Okay, I don't care who you are, that is WAAAY too much information for a first date!
"Oh," I said "…I see." At this point, I was very confused. I don't normally share this kind of information with even my best friends, let alone a first date!
"Soooo...." he says, "How about you? When'd you lose it?"
"Well, I don't know if I really want to talk about that." I tell him.
"That's cool. I just wanted you to know."(Gotta give a guy props for being honest, right?)
We talk a little more, he makes himself a couple more drinks, while I hold onto my beer (that I watched him pour from the tap) and he asks, "So, do you like other things inside you?"
"Other than a penis? No, not really." I say - at this point, I'm starting to get a little freaked out.
"That's too bad. I love to eat peanut M&M's out of a girl."
What...the...FUCK!!!
"Ohhh...yeah, I don't think that's so cool." And not too mention, fucking gross.
So, in the 45 minutes I had spent with him I discovered that:
(a) He lost his virginity at 20
(b) He lost his virginity doing some girl up the pooper
(c) He liked to eat candy out of girls hoo-ha's (Melts in your what?)
At this moment, I started thinking about how I could get out of there... hmm, hunger! Yeah, that would work!
"Oh, you know, I think I should go. I'm super hungry."
"Oh yeah? There is a Taco Bell close by. Wanna go? Then I'll just follow you to your party."
Shit! We decide to drive separately - THANK GOD! He ended up buying me my food, and we drive to my apartment for the party.
I get out of the car, and notice he's struggling with a bag.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"Well, I didn't know where I'd end up tonight, so I had to bring my suit for church tomorrow."
What.. THE....FUCK!
By this point, I'm really thinking about how I'm going to get this guy out of my house and out of my life. Thank GOD my roommates were home and both of their boyfriends were over. The party hadn't started yet, so I knew we were safe.
We go into the apartment, say hi to everyone, and he walks straight down the hall.
"Where are you going?" I ask as he heads straight into my room. (Which was the only door open, and there were pictures of me on my door).
"Just putting my stuff away!" He nonchalantly calls back at me.
Then I realize something: the weekend before was Easter. My parents gave me a basket filled with candy. And in the basket was a bag of (you guessed it) peanut M&M's. Mother Clucker!
"Heeeeeeey!" I hear from my room.
"Shit." I say. And walk into my room.
"Look what I found!" he says as he shakes the basket.
By this time, I am repulsed beyond belief. Not only have I learned way too much, too soon, but to expect to stay over at my house and put freaking chocolate candies up my nana-nana? Get the fuck out!
"Look, I'm not sure about the party," I say. "I'm not feeling so hot, and I think it'd be better if you just go."
"Oh."
"Yeah. I'm sorry."
"Oh. Okay. I'll just get my stuff."
He left. I got drunk with my friends, (because after that, I needed it!), and the next day he sent me flowers!
WTF? When I worked the next time, my manager came up and asked me how the date went. I was confused how she knew, and I guess she went to his church and he told his mom, who told her he was going out with me, and my manager just wanted me to know how sweet of a boy he was.
What. The. Fuck.
Moral of the story: don't date short guys that come into tanning salons who like peanuts M&M's.
I was working at a tanning salon, and basically that meant I sat there and watched TV until someone had to be checked in, or a bed had to be cleaned. Easy money, right? Well, this is Chicago and we spend far too long with barely any sun, so it also meant a lot of cute guys came in.
By the time my first six months were up, I was pretty good at being able to tell who was off-limits, or available … or gay. One night, I was sitting behind the counter watching TV (who knows what), and this pretty cute guy came in. We chatted and I checked him in (while I could tell he was checking me out). Over the next few weeks, he came in more and more, and we'd talk (all the while I was sitting behind the counter). Eventually, he asked me out. We made plans to meet up at the golf course where he bartended. It was only one town over, so I met him there. My roommates were throwing a party later, and then we were going to head over there.
I walked in, only to discover that he was a good 4 inches shorter then me. I thought, be nice! He's really sweet. And then I realized that the place was closed and we had it all to ourselves. Strange, I thought. He made me a couple cocktails, and we sat around and talked. After his third drink, he asked me if I was a virgin. (Umm...hello! At the time I was 22 - and I was going to SCSU! Pu-leaze!) I said no, and he said, "I lost my V-Card last year."
"Oh, yeah?" I said. Not every guy has to be a male whore, so I thought that was pretty sweet.
"Yeah, but it wasn't in the usual way," he told me.
"Huh?" I asked. "What do you mean?"
He fumbled with his drink for a second and said "Well, I was raised Catholic, and so was my girlfriend. We were scared that she'd get pregnant, so we lost our V-Cards by doing butt-sex."
WTF?
Okay, I don't care who you are, that is WAAAY too much information for a first date!
"Oh," I said "…I see." At this point, I was very confused. I don't normally share this kind of information with even my best friends, let alone a first date!
"Soooo...." he says, "How about you? When'd you lose it?"
"Well, I don't know if I really want to talk about that." I tell him.
"That's cool. I just wanted you to know."(Gotta give a guy props for being honest, right?)
We talk a little more, he makes himself a couple more drinks, while I hold onto my beer (that I watched him pour from the tap) and he asks, "So, do you like other things inside you?"
"Other than a penis? No, not really." I say - at this point, I'm starting to get a little freaked out.
"That's too bad. I love to eat peanut M&M's out of a girl."
What...the...FUCK!!!
"Ohhh...yeah, I don't think that's so cool." And not too mention, fucking gross.
So, in the 45 minutes I had spent with him I discovered that:
(a) He lost his virginity at 20
(b) He lost his virginity doing some girl up the pooper
(c) He liked to eat candy out of girls hoo-ha's (Melts in your what?)
At this moment, I started thinking about how I could get out of there... hmm, hunger! Yeah, that would work!
"Oh, you know, I think I should go. I'm super hungry."
"Oh yeah? There is a Taco Bell close by. Wanna go? Then I'll just follow you to your party."
Shit! We decide to drive separately - THANK GOD! He ended up buying me my food, and we drive to my apartment for the party.
I get out of the car, and notice he's struggling with a bag.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"Well, I didn't know where I'd end up tonight, so I had to bring my suit for church tomorrow."
What.. THE....FUCK!
By this point, I'm really thinking about how I'm going to get this guy out of my house and out of my life. Thank GOD my roommates were home and both of their boyfriends were over. The party hadn't started yet, so I knew we were safe.
We go into the apartment, say hi to everyone, and he walks straight down the hall.
"Where are you going?" I ask as he heads straight into my room. (Which was the only door open, and there were pictures of me on my door).
"Just putting my stuff away!" He nonchalantly calls back at me.
Then I realize something: the weekend before was Easter. My parents gave me a basket filled with candy. And in the basket was a bag of (you guessed it) peanut M&M's. Mother Clucker!
"Heeeeeeey!" I hear from my room.
"Shit." I say. And walk into my room.
"Look what I found!" he says as he shakes the basket.
By this time, I am repulsed beyond belief. Not only have I learned way too much, too soon, but to expect to stay over at my house and put freaking chocolate candies up my nana-nana? Get the fuck out!
"Look, I'm not sure about the party," I say. "I'm not feeling so hot, and I think it'd be better if you just go."
"Oh."
"Yeah. I'm sorry."
"Oh. Okay. I'll just get my stuff."
He left. I got drunk with my friends, (because after that, I needed it!), and the next day he sent me flowers!
WTF? When I worked the next time, my manager came up and asked me how the date went. I was confused how she knew, and I guess she went to his church and he told his mom, who told her he was going out with me, and my manager just wanted me to know how sweet of a boy he was.
What. The. Fuck.
Moral of the story: don't date short guys that come into tanning salons who like peanuts M&M's.
jonathan9367
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does anybody know what kind of skiing is available at either