The year was 1972
I was 17.
Sex was safe and recreational.
All was right with the world.   
  
 
I was a freshman nursing student, and away from home for the first time in my life.
Sex was something I was just beginning to experience, having lost my virginity the night before my senior prom. (It’s my nature to defy convention).

Now, at that time, nursing had not yet become a profession that many men had an interest in. In fact there were only 4 men in the entire school. I knew that there must be another source of men somewhere…. my mission was to find it.

In no time at all I discovered that there was indeed a myriad of them within a relatively short radius. My campus was located smack dab in the center of Fraternities R Us. Rutgers University was right down the street, and 10 minutes over the bridge into Philadelphia, gave access to Drexel, and The University of Pennsylvania. For those who were up to the challenge, there was a hospital full of doctors.

The doctors were pretty much unattainable by freshman. The odds greatly improved if you were a tall, gorgeous blonde, I however, being a short, cute redhead chose to start out easy. I was off to my first fraternity party.

Beer, I was soon to learn, was the drink of choice. Since my experience with drinking was even less than that of sex, I had no idea the effect the malty brew would have. I came to a startling realization about myself that night. I have no tolerance for alcohol. After the first drink I felt giddy. By the second I was downright silly.