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That being said, I didn’t particularly like the guy. He was kind of
like a male Vicky, although slightly less effeminate and exponentially more
morose. Dude needed to get laid, or high, or something.

Sadly I’d been rather unsuccessful in my sexual escapades as well.
Vicky and I indulged each other in the occasional door room make out
session, much to Michelle’s annoyance, but the physical aspect of our
relationship progressed at an infuriatingly sluggish pace. The best I’d
managed was a little clumsy, “under the shirt, over the bra,” action, which
was more frustrating than arousing.

My physical relationship with Vicky was similar to fishing. It took a
lot of effort to get started, the process itself wasn’t all that
interesting, and I never really accomplished anything. It felt like I was
constantly auditioning for a role I didn’t really want. Jennifer wasn’t
wrong about Vicky being frigid, but there was plenty of blame to go around.
When it came down to it, every time I kissed Vicky, I felt like I was
kissing a stranger. which kind of defeated the entire purpose of the
relationship.