A Room For Two: How Planning Getaways For The Sex-Deprived Became My Thing In College
When I attended college, it wasn’t just someplace where students drooled over their desks as Professors droned on about inflation in Economics. It was also a place where many people found a market to exercise their newly discovered entrepreneurship skills and supplement their weekly allowances.
Me? I ran a niche charity service to help the needy. I planned Sexcapades.
In case you have no idea wtf I’m talking about, the dictionary defines it as:
I’ll define it as – A getaway giving young lovers the privacy they crave, seeing as that’s exactly what I did.
A window of privacy without all the waiting and worrying and occasional embarrassment of being caught in the act by your neighbourwali aunty.
So many horny teenagers, so little time. I loved it.
Because sexcapades take planning. Precise planning. I should know.
You need to carefully save up your pocket money to afford one. You need a list of affordable (cheap ) yet decent (not shady) hotels. You need transport. You need to track your menstrual cycle. You need a waxing appointment at the parlour and an hour with the razor to get the jungle down there in control. You need to pick out the perfect lingerie. You need to discuss all possible interpretations of the term – How far do you want to go?
You need to walk into a pharmacy and buy a box of condoms. (Which is way better than having to buy, or use, an I-pill btw!)
And lastly, you need an excuse to get out. The rest, I can help you with. This one you need to figure out on your own.
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