By: K.J. Webb

K.J. Webb — Thu, 12 Jun 2008 01:54:42 +0000

I reckon I could handle being in a dorm room for a week. It would lack a woman’s cooking, a woman’s conversation and a woman’s body in the bed at night. I handled all those lacks once, and I reckon I could handle them again, but without much enthusiasm. The last night I spent in a dorm was in a little college in West Virginia where I went to interview for a job. My would-be employers might have been testing me - they put me up for the night in the girls dorm. This kind of spooked me. These were the days when the sexes never resided under the same institutional roof. About midnight I was awoken by the chants of a pack of lustful males circling around outside the windows. The girls in the rooms around me answered the guys with their own taunts, moans, growls - and a few hurled panties. It was spring after all, and maybe this is what passed for “The Rite of Spring” in those parts. I plugged my ears and tried to sleep, although I was actually sort of excited. What would it be like to teach Aristotle to these kids? I bombed in the interview the next morning and never discovered.

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By: K.J. Webb