Two weeks into my freshman year I met a guy from graduate school who took my v card in my apartment on the couch. My roommate came out of the bedroom when we were talking afterwards, sitting on the couch (I was in my panties only). She threw a fit and told me that I was not welcome to live with her. So I lived with him and we didn't have to do it on the couch any more.

On graduation day, she had never met anyone, never been laid, never had any fun.

I ran into her a year later, still untouched by wandering hands.