It's come to my attention that many times athletes are frustrated by the advice, comments, and practices of nonathletes. I'm not talking about anything particularly personal- I'm talking more about how you treat us, how you treat our sports, and more specifically, how what you say and do affects us overall. It's not meant to demean, but to help people understand each other. Take this with a grain of salt. I'm an athlete. My mother is a nonathlete and my father is a former athlete. I like to think I've been well-rounded. Not everyone shares these opinions.

Long-Term Background: One of my good friends (Non-Athlete) lives in another city moderately close to where I live. We're friends from high school and I'm particuarly good friends with his mom. I hooked up with his older brother in 2007 and Non-Athlete knows this.

Last Summer (2012) Background: The past two summers (2011, 2012), he interned in a northern neighbor city and I'd met his other nerdy intern friends. During one weekend I visited, I made out with Heisman and the next night, had sex with The Doctor (guess what he's a doctor in. I promise you won't get it - it's not medical). The next morning after Doctor sex, I cuddled in bed with Non-Athlete and I'd classify it as potentially platonic / potentially flirty.

Last Winter (2012-2013) Background: This past January, I hooked up with Non-Athlete and it was underwhelming. Since then, we have only been platonic, if not, less close than previously.

Last Weekend Background: I went to the northern neighbor city because I had tickets to a fairly good football team's preseason game against another fairly good football team and also because I wanted to see the nerds again. We BBQed and drank at their house, named the Yale House (the street they live on is named after an Ivy and they call it ___ House). Currently, four people live at the Yale House - Heisman, Non-Athlete, Oklahomie, and new guy I've recently met - name TBA). These four also had tickets to the game and they joined us in our suite during halftime, where we continued to booze and eat. We went to grab The Doctor from his hotel room where his employer was putting him up for the summer. Then, we went to a few bars and my ankle started hurting (thanks ballet) so of course I drunkenly latch onto somebody - in this case, it was Oklahomie. All last summer I wasn't really into Oklahomie, but somehow I was slightly interested in him last weekend. When we got back to the Yale House, I was drunk and tired and needed to sleep. I stayed up for another hour probably and then retired to Non-Athlete's bed, where he had gone to sleep immediately upon our return from the bars. I won't lie, I took my sweet time getting ready for sleep since I would not have minded smooching Oklahomie. A large deterrent from anything happening was the fact that my girlfriend who is new friends with the group was stupid drunk and getting naked and simultaneously flirting with Oklahomie. Anyway! nothing happened between them and we left the city the next day for home. I won't lie, I definteily developed a soft spot for Oklahomie and we exchanged numbers and snapchats.

This Past Weekend: Okay so the main point of this post - this weekend. I visited them again this past weekend because there was a rivarly soccer game and the home debut of a rather famous new acquisition by rival team. I got into the city Saturday afternoon and got sushi and beer with another friend before going to the Yale House. Non-Athlete wasn't answering his phone when I arrived at his front gate, so I called Oklahomie, who answered the phone, "Hey babe" (aw?). He wasn't home but Non-Athlete called me back and all was well. I started casually drinking then the four Yale House guys, The Doctor, and I went to get food and beer. Suffice to say, I got drunk that night. After food and beer, we went back to the YH and two other friends from southern city arrived and we all went out to more bars. Somehow during our drinking, Oklahomie was telling me about last weekend and how my girlfriend was out of control. I told him I was annoyed by her, whatever whatever. So then I ask, "so if I were naked in your room, you wouldn't kick me out?" or something similar to that. He said something affirming and I kind of forgot about it. I didn't think much of it aside from a compliment. (Okay and side note, keep in mind I'm still slightly interested in Heisman, and The Doctor and Non-Athlete were also present in our group.) SO at this one bar we were at for a good amount of time, I'm doing whatever I'm doing (I think Heisman bought me a beer?) and then some SLUT who Oklahomie knows comes and basically inserts her body between his two legs since he's sitting. Hahah okay! I just patted him on the back and told him good luck. We briefly and intermittenly hold hands outside her range of vision, so I know he must be only minimally interested. Still, I'm not going to make a scene because I think this is hilarious and if he goes home with her, fine, I have every intention of sleeping in Non-Athlete's bed and not anybody else's. Eventually he leaves with her and I'm with the rest of the pack and we go home after Mexican food. LO AND BEHOLD, slut and Oklahomie are at the Yale House. HAHA COOL. Slut leaves and I'm 98% sure requests that Oklahomie walk her out...okay well they're 100% going to make out if not just go back to her place. Some time passes and he comes back inside and I'm getting ready for bed, wearing a Texas Longhorns shirt (he does not like UT). Apparently we had made it clear we're interested in each other (news to me), so when someone asks where I'm sleeping, I tell him "Non-Athlete's bed," but Oklahomie is pointing in the direction of his room...hmm okay. 

okay okay so now the juicy part: Oklahomie goes to his room and I enter a few seconds later. We make out (he has white sheets!!!) and eventually have sex, but GET THIS: we're both so selfish that it was easily some of the worser sex I've had. Hahahahahahahah. Also we made out for eternity, boooooooring. Post-sex, we don't cuddle and I go in and out of sleep until I got up, dressed, and went to the kitchen where no one else was (awake). The Doctor comes downstairs and we chat one-on-one for the first time since last summer. He leaves and then I get into Non-Athlete's bed, but leave like thirty minutes later when I hear voices in the kitchen.