Crushing Krisis

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Interesting dilemma: What to do for New Year’s Eve. Last year at this point i was deeply sunk into the Drexel Player’s scene, and the folks in the Player’s House decided that they all wanted to get dressed up, have dinner, and then watch the ball drop. I actually forgot about this until shortly after christmas, when i phoned them up to see if i was still invited. I wound up attending, and had some of the best fun of my life, beyond compare. It was simply wonderful to spend a manic historic night locked in a house with 14 of my newest and best friends. We woke up the next morning and had eggs and then watched the house of yes while still sleepily lounging around. As for this year, i’m not entirely sure … i’m on much different terms with the Players as a whole this year as compared to last year, and i’m not sure that they’re even having a party. And, now that i’m a Sophomore, more of my friends have houses, and those houses intend to celebrate heartily. And it’s December and i don’t even know what i want to do. I suppose i’ll just keep my options open

https://crushingkrisis.com/2000/11/1472911/

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About an hour later i had $1.10 in my underwear. Also, i’ve never had my nipples pinched by so many people in one night. But, i digress…. apparently one of the ways not to come on to a good friend of at least a year is to ask her how much she’d want for a lap dance ($20), and then fish that out of your pocket and put it in your mouth. The only response i got was “Peter, take that out of your mouth, do you know where that’s been?” Speaking of which, that dime wound up somewhere other than my underwear at the end of the night, but i was forced to retrieve it myself.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2000/11/1401846/

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Alexandra comes into the story again a bit later, when the girl in search of a dime as well as a female friend i brought to the party both went to their wallets to retrieve the ten cents they’d have to drop for me to get nekkid. As it turned out, neither of them had a dime, and neither did anyone who had just come back from getting scads and scads of cheese fries from the pizza place down the block. So, who came to their rescue? Well, i did… but the person that produced a dime was none other than Alexandra, though i’m sure she had no idea what dastardly purpose it was meant for (or where it’d wind up). I handed the dime over to the girls, told them to be careful not to drop it, and then we all headed back to the heart of the party.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2000/11/1401820/

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The most beautiful freshmen girl on the campus was standing next to me at the bar. I first saw her from across the room at new student orientation this summer. Then she was around again at DragonWeek, where she almost joined one of my student-groups by mistake. But, she was standing next to me at the bar. As it turns out, she’s dating one of the leads in the play (another freshman), but i still needed to find out what her name was. So (after having something to drink) i passed by her and stopped to tell her that i found her mesmerizing and that her boyfriend was perhaps the luckiest man in the room. At that point i learned her name, Alexandra. Fittingly beautiful. Afterwards i think the two of them went upstairs to neck.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2000/11/1401804/

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I know now to be careful about who i open my mouth to, because it might get me into trouble later (wow, wasn’t that a double entendre…). For example, i had mentioned to a certain someone that i have been known to “Strip at the drop of a dime,” and so she shouldn’t push her luck and drop one. She intended to show up to the cast party with a dime in her possession, but apparently it somehow found its way out of her pants pocket (don’t look at me). So, we were stuck, fully clothed and without a dime (not that i ever really need a reason to get nude in front of large groups of people).

https://crushingkrisis.com/2000/11/1401771/