dear diary | b – beer pong #atozchallenge

Dear Diary,

What is the fascination with beer pong? Fine… it’s fun. But I always need a designated drinker. I can’t stomach beer. It’s vile. Lucky for me, there are plenty of crazies who volunteer to be my ‘dd’ every time I play. I think they look forward to it. Freaks.

Yeah, I know. I’m the freak. Whatever.

I still haven’t seen Mr. Hottie again. Maybe I imagined him. Maybe I was dreaming. No… that can’t be right. If I dreamt him, things would have gone a lot farther than me trying to be subtle as I stared from four tables away at the Preston dining hall. It would have been more like… me walking right up to him, pulling him up out of his seat by his shirt and kissing him like no kiss he could ever possibly have had before. And he’d kiss back. Then in an instant, the room would go dark. Suddenly, we’d be miraculously alone… which would work out perfectly since he’d rip all my clothes off and take me right there on the table.

Yeah. Only in my dreams. Dammit.

I’m going to assume I did not imagine him. Maybe he’ll volunteer to be my ‘dd’ at the next less-than-legal party. Then he’ll be drunk. And I can have my way with him.

On the beer pong table.

Wait… nooo… that would be gross.

I’ll have my way with him somewhere else.

what sandra thinks

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‘Dear Diary’ is fiction based on actual events.
Any similarities to your college life is purely coincidental.
Any similarities to mine is entirely intentional.

©2018 what sandra thinks

About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, sometimes blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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28 Responses to dear diary | b – beer pong #atozchallenge

  1. Ha! We played a different version of beer pong when I was in college. Actual ping pong matches, with a full beer in the center of each persons side. Every time your cup was hit, drink. Ball ends up in your cup? Chug the whole thing. 😃

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  2. Definitely avoid the beer pong table!

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  3. Meg says:

    We played ‘quarters’ instead of beer pong. I was actually not too bad at it. But I love beer so it was no inconvenience to lose! I hope Mr. Hottie doesn’t turn out to be an obnoxious drunk! 😜

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  4. Those beer pong tables are not sturdy enough – believe me!

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  5. jrvincente says:

    Love it! Awesome story. Looking forward to more. 🙂

    Jayden R. Vincente
    Erotic Fiction Writer

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  6. Haha, not too much beer or things won’t, uhm, progress! I, too, hate beer. But almost anything else would be fine. I tried SO hard in college to learn to like it cause it was cheap, but, no…

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  7. mandibelle16 says:

    I’m a big fan of the drinking game ‘Flippy Cup’ it’s much better. And you can drink whatever you like in your cup 🙂

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  8. Marquessa says:

    I hate beer too. But your Mr. Hottie sound quite enticing… 🙂

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  9. I wonder when Mr. Hottie will be making an appearance.

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  10. I never liked beer pong… so dam gross and the ball is dirty… hands touched that shit… the floor touched that shit… and you want me to drink the gross and dirty beer? I’ll pass!

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