Marvel's Intro to Threesomes

This friday was amazing.

It began with me running around my dorm, bored. The smell of booze was coming my way as the hour hand was about to hit 8. I had no means to booze, no need really. All I ever want is to have girls to talk to, as a friend from last night would say, to mac. By the way I hate the term, mac.

Anyway, I make a few calls. I still feel the sweat from playing soccer on Stank field. It still amazes me that I can sweat in cold winds. The dried up sweat was weighing me down. I washed out my face over the bathroom sink as the ringing from my phone on speaker made its rounds. The people that answer were "maybes" and "blow-offs." It was looking to be a lame night.

I moved down the second boys wing in search of my friends, wannabe frat boys who are not too far from it. No answer from inside despite my knocking. I turn to see the door of a acquintance open. I peer in and say hello. He was looking good all dressed up, I soon realized it was his birthday party today. "Yes I got something."

We made small talk, which never feels small just stupid and slightly annnoying. I made a comment about his party, covered it up with a false transition. He disregarded the transition and offered an invite. One point for marvel.

I now had a plan. I wanted to bring along a new friend of mine. Alex. He is a really cool guy from head to toe. It seems all the people from Cali just are. I give him a guy, shoot the shit which in case you were wondering is a higher form of small talk. Just slightly plain and enough stupid, if that made sense.... did it? doesn't matter, I can't hear you.

I give him an invite along. Forgetting I need to secure a ride. "I'll call you back." I head back to the room of my acquaintance soon to be buddy. He was gone but his roomie was there. I don't recall how but it happens that he would give Alex and I a ride. Awesome.

Come 9:50. We are off. We trade stories about drunk and messed up people we've been around. The lephraun who happened to be a missing boy was the best story of all, credit: not me. We arrive. The party isn't anything yet. Alex and I run into Alex's friends. I stand there observing the room as Alex converses with them. We take it to the backyard. Cool night, good weather.

After five minutes of this, it's party time. The masses come.

Fast forward to some point upstairs, two girls standing by themselves.

Hi I'm Marvel. (name intro)
Why are you two by yourselfs?
(shooting shit with a shogun at this point)
Hmm well I am going to go downstairs bye.
(step away, retract)
Hey come journey with me.

And they do. Downstairs, we talk. It is there. I am suprised they didn't pull their hair out with the way they were touching and twirling it. I make a move toward the sexual talk. It begins with sex stories.
Hiralous shit about a turkish guy talking dirty to one of the girls in turkish, leads to my story of my new york weird week and then on to something with a strap that was definitely so bad I must have selective amensia towards it.
I make a joke or two or three about a threesome, which they eat up. At one point, girl coding happens. The looking of each other in the eye. Then I move for group hugs, at one point attempt to kiss both of them which recieve interesting giggles.

It was on. I then made the mistake of moving the party upstairs. Out of isolation. What the fuck. Yea, same thing I said. We seperate and I end up in the mist of a phone flushed down the toliet fiasco. Gave me a good laugh. Then I meet a girl who I met last week but didn't recall until she called my phone and gave me her name. Hmm what does that situation say about me. Please don't answer that.

I then go back to my tricycle buddies. I end up dancing with them and figurign out which one was more into me. We'll call her TB1 and then TB2 was a little more reserved but still interested. They get a call from a drunk friend. They must go. They must go, yet they hang around for 15 more minutes. All of which I treated like it was my 15 minutes of fame. I pulled TB1 into a corner and stated my interest in her and all that good stuff. And then stated my interest in her friend. To which she offer some time with her friend for me to get the number. HMMM what does that moment say about me.

I state my interest in TB2 and TB1 to TB2. That last sentence makes me feel extra special, TB3, TB4, did I mention TB5. Anyway, I get both numbers and felt good. Hugged both. Escalate a little bit with TB1 a little later before she had to go.

They left and I smiled.

Now what does that last sentence say about me?

Marvel