The question that once haunted your mind now is the simplest of answers.
After all, it's college, a sex minded one at that, why should you of all be constricted in such one-way thinking?
Asides from studies and the part-time job to fund the college, you hope to meet many cool guys and girls to spend the time, and deeply you smirk, there`s gonna be a lot more than just that.
You mark the option on the file and the secretary lets out a quick ''Oh!'' and quickly starts tiping on her keyboard, after a minute or two, apparently satisfied whith the candidates she found, she beams a smile to you and ask ''We have these folks with no registered rommates yet, choose!''
You look at the monitor and lets out a soft breath of air, those profiles pics in front of you looked like were taken by pro photographers.
At the top was the picture of a cross-armed well muscled dark quarter horse tagged Chad. He looked menancingly competitive in his snug sleeveless shirt, it seemed that he was either in wrestling or rugby team. ''He does look intimidating, but take my word, he`s only mean to the opposing team on the field, and the other definition of mean in the locker rooms after play, if you know what I mean. He seems like a fun guy from what I heard from him, that is, as fun as a jock can be.'' commented the secretary, cleary not her type of guy, you realise.
Next to Chad was a petite yet heavily bossomed mouse girl tagged Rita, she had curly light brown hair and big round glasses, it looked as if she'd like to make herself invisible but all she could do was to look blushed and try to sneak off the camera. She wore cute attire, the kind of clothes that seemed neither uniform nor actual everyday clothes but something inbetween. ''Ha, I know this girl, came from a really uptight family, and now is prodigy in TiTs Class! What? Don`t look so surprised. After you get through her cautious outside, believe me when I tell you you'd never even imagine what she can do. I know I had a night to remember...'' playfully adds the secretaire, biting her lower lip as she remembers stories of past nights, you smile when you realise what her type is.
Who do you choose?
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