When Skype sex just isn’t enough
When I came to Yale, I had five indelible guidelines for hookups. Never mind that I was 18 years old and from a sheltered Chicago suburb. Never mind that my longest relationship was barely six months, First Base was still a BFD, or that I’d gotten plastered and hooked up in the Sig Nu house on Bulldog Days (seriously, though? That’s a problem). Mine was to be the hookup gospel:
1. No cheating, on or with anybody.
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