While You Were Sleeping

Back in college, me and a couple other dudes, apparently thinking ourselves quite the casanovas, had a bet to see who could collect the most women's underwear by the end of a particular semester. The presumption was, first of all, that there'd be that many women willing to shag us, and, second, that they'd be willing to leave behind a keepsake souvenir. When the dust settled, I had five. Three from the same girl, who I now believe might have known about the contest and gave me the sympathy panties. The "winner" had 15, though I suspect he made a few trips to Wal-Mart to pad his lead.

Looking back, though, I realize I'm still the same goofy fucker I was back then. Because the first thing I do upon waking up after a Kennette sleepover is search madly across the floor for her underwear. Why? Dunno. I guess it's just a Ken thing.