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Entry V

Troy Mann, the quintessential college baller—an asshole—probably had more muscle than brains. Though some may have agreed that he had a reason to be, he was as conceited as Remy Ma and Kanye West put together. However, in some twisted bizarre way, Troy Mann wasn’t who I expected him to be. Don’t be mistaken; he was still an asshole, it’s just that I never anticipated that Troy would ever have been shy. Emily claimed it was because I “intimidate men”. I just didn’t understand how someone who was so forward and commanding with other girls could barely hold a conversation with my twin sister and damn near stared at his feet the entire time, occasionally pressing random buttons on his phone to avoid likely eye contact (the same night Terrell bumped me in the dinner). I thought (clearly wrong) that Troy would be the one to grab a girl by her arm, stare at her with his squinted eyes, and seduce her. 

Needless to say, when Troy left a Facebook message on my wall that read, “Wat up Danielle” I was floored. I didn’t know whether to be surprised or worried, so I settled for flattered and wrote a response on his wall almost immediately. 

Hey, Troy. I’m good. How’s school? I heard it was boring down there (without me) lol

He replied: Lol its cool up here how's home coming along?

I wrote back: it's horrible...this is the worst summer...so boring, my parents are driving me crazy and i can't find a job

He never responded to my message. Christina and I sat in front of the computer screen and waited and waited. I began to wonder. I glanced over to Christina who shrugged her shoulders with a face just as confused as mine. Then a private message was sent to my inbox. 

Danielle, what’s your number?

Entry IV

All dreams don't come true

Before I knew it, I was in my room packing my things into my suitcases. The semester was finally over--thank God--and Lisa had yet to sleep with Terrell Smith, despite her many attempts to.

To me, it was actually sort of funny. Here was an egotistical male (Terrell) who would hump anything with two legs and a big ass (hey, a guy has to have some standards) and a girl (Lisa) that would spread her legs for any dude who met her criteria of three imperative things: male, male, and male.

Yet, nothing, nothing at all, had ever gone down between them. As a matter of fact, rumor had it that Lisa had showed up at his dorm room and he turned her down then kicked my girl out of his room. 

I don’t know if the situation of Terrell forcing her to leave really went that far, but I do know that Lisa NEVER reached her goal. Was it because girlfriend simply changed her mind about wanting to “do” Terrell? Or perhaps the rumor was true and Terrell thought she was just too slutty for his taste and refused to have his rep ruined by tagging Lisa along?

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Entry III

I wanna “do” Terrell Smith

Fact: I am not a man. I’d like to think that I understand men, that I know how men think, and what they want, yet the fact of the matter is that I don’t because I have never nor will I ever have a penis (not that this is something that I desire). Still, if there is one thing that I have learned it is this: If a woman puts herself up for sell on the clearance rack a man is not going to raise her price. It’s not his duty, nor in his interest to. A man—and anyone else for that matter—will only see you the way you present yourself. I believe that every woman should place herself high on a pedestal. In her mind, she should be a Queen. Also, she should demand that every man who dares to ask for some of her time treat her like a Queen. And she should only welcome in men that are up to her standards. Her sex should be a gift presented to only those who prove themselves worthy. 

With that in mind, when I met Lisa Anderson, a friend of Emily’s, let’s just say that Queen was on the opposite side of her spectrum and I was in for some serious neck twisting, eyebrow scrunching, and lip frowning, especially when she announced to Emily and I that her main objective was to “do” as many guys as possible before the school year was over. Lisa’s next target? None other than the infamous Terrell Smith. 

My goal was to make it onto the Dean’s list by the end of the semester and hers was to sleep with the freshman rookie of the basketball team? Come on, it could've at least been the star of the team. 

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Entry I

Don’t Trust Him!

As I waited in line at the campus diner with a couple of my friends, sipping on my strawberries n’ cream frappuchino I’d snatched up from Starbucks minutes ago, I was rudely nudged in the shoulder by a guy who had decided that it was a good idea to cut through the middle of the line instead of walking around like everyone else.

I lifted my head and peered into the eyes of the guy who had bumped me. And guess what? Dude didn't even stop. Though he nearly stepped on my toes he just kept on walking and strolled to his seat with his head held high like he was all that and a bag of chips. I remained quiet but in my mind I was yelling, Do the words excuse me mean anything to you? One of my girlfriends nudged me as he strolled away and headed to his seat at a table in the corner. 

“What was that about?” She crooned, grinning at me as if I had some juicy secret I had been keeping from her. 

“Nothing.” I assured her, glancing over my shoulder quickly to see Terrell, the guy that had desperately tried to capture my attention, chatting with the other speculating members of the basketball team. He stared back at me for a moment and grinned, squinting his eyes and showcasing a set of perfectly straight clean teeth. 

Terrell Smith, a freshman on the basketball team has the confidence of a man who knows what he wants. And for some odd reason he thought that he can get between the legs of any girl he wants, including me. Maybe it was because he was intimidating to most at a staggering height of six foot, eight inches with dark skin that glistens and was the proud owner of a sports scholarship someone is funding just to see him run down a shiny court with an orange ball and occasionally make it into the basket...