We had some beer in our fridge so we continued to drink, getting more & more plastered till both of us were almost incoherent.
It was all good fun & we were having a blast when the bar closed & we stumbled back to our room. We played a couple of rounds of pool & he whipped my ass. With the start of the semester we were both caught up with trying to fit in, so neither one of us had met one yet.Īfter a few weeks we decided that we should try to get to know each other a little better, so we hit the local pub. He hadn't talked about a girlfriend & I'd broken up with mine before coming to school. We had similar schedules so there were no arguments about music or anyone staying up too late. Since we were into different sports & he was a communications major & I was undecided, we ended up not having any classes together, and we didn't really spend much time together other than sleeping in the same room. I was from Chicago so being at an exclusive New England private school, we were both far from home. I can usually turn on the charm & get a girl if I play my cards right. I'm about 5', 9", 150 lbs., strawberry blonde hair, tight & muscled. Myself, I'm no slouch in the looks department. I'm straight, but I can see that Mitch could get any girl he wanted with his chiseled good looks & athletic build. He was about 6', 1", 180 lbs., jet black hair, blue eyes, square chin, almost good looking enough to be a model.
On that first day, he threw his suitcase on the bed, stretched out his hand, grasped mine firmly & introduced himself. On top of that we both liked to throw back a few cold ones on the weekend.
We're both jocks, but we take our school seriously because although we like sports, neither one of us is going to make that our profession. I was into lacrosse myself.īut when Mitch came through the door & introduced himself I knew we'd get along. Hockey was ok to watch, but I'd never played it. Like all Canadians, he was into hockey in a big way.