The Second Post! Drinking

Hello!

So I'm a Second Year in college. I would consider myself moderately attractive, and many others consider me quite attractive (we'll go into that A LOT more later). As a result, alcohol is being offered to me/in close proximity to me almost everyday. And I don't know how I feel about it.

My parents raised me very well. I had no urge to drink with friends, and especially not under my parents' roof. Although part of it was that I was never invited to parties where alcohol was present, another part of it was that I saw what it did to some of my classmates in high school. I knew that it could make you gain a lot of weight, lose control of yourself, destroy your liver, and it was expensive!! I had more important things to worry about in my life, and the legal implications behind consuming liquor did not seem worth it anymore. But once upon a time, I graduated high school and went to college.

Ohio State has given me many opportunities. Some that I have taken, others I have passed up. One of those was opportunities was alcohol. The first time I legitimately had alcohol in my hands, given to me with the sheer intention of drinking to get drunk, was at a random house party. I had no the location, who owned the house, or many of the people I was with. But like many college freshmen, I was wandering around the streets looking for a party, and after being rejected by many upperclassmen, my group stumbled upon this house. I had no idea what to expect when I went in. I was led down a staircase where there were many people standing around talking, and I followed in line with the other freshmen to the bar, where they were handing out beers like nobody's business. My best friend Chris cracked his open and began drinking, but I couldn't even bring myself to open it. When we went back outside, we saw a cop car. Before I could even blink, the group was running away from the house, and we dumped the beers in the bush. And just like that, my first beer was thrown away, unopened.

I was on the rowing team in high school, so I thought it would be a good idea to join the rowing team at Ohio State. Even though alcohol can hinder your progress when it comes to athletics, the team always loved to gather at each others' houses and drink a lot of beer. My next encounter with beer was at one of these very house parties. I brought along my two best friends, Chris and Annemarie, who both knew other people at the party. Because we had connections, as soon as we walked in the house, we had alcohol in our hands. I prepared myself beforehand this time. When Chris finished his drink, we stealthily switched cups. He had double the alcohol, and I remained sober. But I knew I couldn't keep doing this.

One of my main reasons for leaving the Crew (rowing) team at the end of the quarter was that that was not my scene. I luckily found nightclubs that piqued my interest a whole lot more than lame house parties did. I was surrounded by drinking at the nightclubs, but I had even more of an incentive to avoid alcohol here; otherwise, I would be kicked out of the club and banned from my entertainment outlet. I danced and made out with plenty of people that were drunk out of their minds, but thankfully, I was never offered much alcohol.

Christmas Break came and went. I started to go on gay hookup sites (for another day please). Guys would offer me alcohol in exchange for sexual services. I was educated enough that that constituted prostitution, even if in a small form. It was only on one cold Friday night in my dorm, that my roommate finally broke through me and gave me my first sip of alcohol. Cheap vodka mixed with Blue Gatorade. I had four cups with very little alcohol content. I felt a bit dizzy and my head was heavier, but I felt in control. I went to bed, and woke up Saturday just fine. It wouldn't be until later that night that I would really feel something.

I had lost my virginity already. I was entering into my slut phase. I met up with one of the guys I talked to on the gay hook up iPhone app. We went back to his house and had sex. He then offered me an orange Four Loko, the drink of choice of the 2010-2011 school year. For some reason, I thought I could handle it. I drank the whole thing in 20 minutes. I didn't know it at the time, but I was drunk. I remember everything, but thinking back on it, I was so silly and stupid. And I was VERY hungover the next day. I puked once at his house, and then three more times at my dorm. I cut myself off for a few weeks after that.

I had a few sips before going out to the nightclub with my close friends, and two random instances of sipping a beer to taste it. My next major encounter with alcohol was my first public experience: my birthday party. My friend Sterling was kind enough to host the party at his house off campus. I gave him $60 to purchase alcohol, and he made his own jungle juice out of vodka, beer, and Sprite. I had five cups  while playing Kings with Sterling, his roommate Kevin, and my girlfriends Hayley, Lauren, Alyssa, and Megan. By the time other people were showing up, I was drunk. Because I did not keep myself hydrated, I dehydrated myself into "plastered/smashed/hammered" status. I don't remember a good number of things that happened that night. I vowed never to get that drunk for a long time, and only very rarely.

This is quite a long post... I think it's good to leave off here. Perhaps I shall resume later. Thank you for your time. Have a wonderful day! Bye bye