Wildin' In a Pandemic

  I'm on my last two days of isolation, and I never thought this day would come so quickly. It's been a crazy 12 days, full of daydreaming, homework, staying holy (insert eye roll emoji), and just overall, figuring shit out.  I've had my close friends on the phone for hours on end since I've been in isolation, and now that my suitemate is back, I finally have some human interaction other than the cute nurse with pink braids. Of course, this blog will continue when I get out of isolation, and hopefully the juiciness will continue.  I think getting back to proper human interaction will be weird at first, but I usually keep to myself these days. However, I can't wait to get back to those smoke seshes, because that's when I feel most content after a crazy long day. I just really miss my two smoking buddies, and seeing them in person. Despite how non-conversational we are when we hang out, it's still very peaceful.  I'm not quite sure how to end this...but th...

  Unlike the song from Dear Evan Hansen, I am on the inside always looking out. I have a week left in isolation, and more has happened than I thought would. I got accepted to my dream school in Paris, I had two client meetings this week, in addition too many assignments, and not to mention the history lectures I still haven't caught up on. Being productive is the only thing keeping me from doom scrolling through Twitter and Instagram, but even then, the doom scrolling is part of my nightly routine.  I've found that I have to surround myself with music because I don't seem to work well in silence. Unless there's someone else in the suite with me--which won't happen for another three days--I have music to keep me company. This led me to making an amazing playlist that will get me through the next week of isolation (if y'all would like to hear it ...) and basically curating a chill mood for the following days, as being in a manic state of mind will definitely not b...

  Today, September 8th, was supposed to be my ex and I's one year anniversary. This day pains me. She broke up with me over quarantine (the day after my birthday :/) unexpectedly, but at the same time, I saw it coming from a million miles away. Honestly, all I want to do is cry right now, but I can't. Her breaking up with me left me emotionless, and I haven't been able to feel a single emotion while sober. I have to get like insanely high to even feel joy, at this point. All the weed in the world can't cure the utmost depression that our breakup brought me. I'm actually glad that today is going to be a busy day full of meetings and classes, but taking some time before all the insanity begins to reflect on all that I've done since our relationship ended seems like a good idea.  For those who don't know, it was a pretty toxic relationship, but I looked past all the red flags and toxicity of the relationship because I was madly in love with her. I lost all my f...

  So, as I'm sure you've discovered from my previous posts, I haven't had sex with a guy like, ever. Up until this experimental hoe phase. I swear, within two weeks of coming back to New Orleans, I've experimented with my sexuality more than I ever have in the past 19 years. Anyways, you've probably already guessed that it was another Tinder hookup, and this time, it was funny, because he went to the same university as I did...at times like this I'm grateful that I did all my classes online.  This time around, it was a proper booty call. Like, Ubering to his place at 2am with nothing but a jean jacket with condoms and essentials (keys, perfume, hand sanitizer, debit card) in the pockets. Old Navy jean jackets may be cheap, but they're perfect for when you don't want to carry a small purse. Also, never Uber anywhere at 2am, those super late night drivers are pretty weird. Also, remember to share your location with your close friend(s) before going to a ho...

  So, let me start off by saying that dates in a pandemic are the strangest thing. You can't really flirt by looking at someone's mouth as they're speaking, or hold their hand in public, and all you can do is look deeply into their eyes until you're basically drowning in the crystal clear sea of blue that are their eyes. At least that's what happened when I went on a date with--you guessed it--another Tinder match.  I'm not sure why I seem to be attracted to women in the pre-med field. My ex is in pre-med (met her on Tinder), my really good friend who I met on Tinder is in pre-med, and this girl I went on a date with is in pre-med. (At this point Tinder should really consider sponsoring me.) Anyways, I meet this girl at her place, and we walk allllll the damn way to Insomnia Cookies (which is like 20 minutes away from her place) in the scalding Louisiana heat. Walking dates are not the move when it's 35C and there isn't a single breeze in the air. But I ...

  Tinder is always so fascinating. You put "Also, I love giving head" in your bio and all the men start swiping right. Like, first of all, that was directed at the women. But having this in my bio led to something very interesting, and frankly, I'm glad that I'm leaving this damn country forever in November. American men seem to be far too desperate.  I don't wanna expose this poor boy to the World Wide Web, but if you're crazy rich, crazy smart and got accepted to Yale and Brown on a full ride, you should've gone this semester. Instead, this boy went on a cross-country road trip with his friends. Like, must be nice to have this time and money to do what you want before you're confined to the shackles of academia for the next four years of your life.  Anyways...I did end up hooking up with him in his car on the side of a not-so-private street, and let me tell you guys, as someone who's only sucked (and taken) a silicone dick, sucking a real one was...

Hello! And welcome to Wildin' In a Pandemic. The blog about finally being able to have a hoe phase in college after being broken up with during quarantine--despite there being a global pandemic.  I'm K, the primary author of this blog. I am a sophomore at a Christian university in New Orleans (points if you correctly guess which one) and out of spite, and a need to fulfill cravings I've had since being locked down at my parents' house since March, I decided to have a hoe phase when I came back to New Orleans.  This blog is definitely going to be a Carrie Bradshaw "Sex and the City" type thing, self reflection included. Seeing as I am currently isolated for two weeks because my suitemate got tested positive for COVID-19, I have nothing better to do with all the free time I have on weekends and weeknights. Expect many stories of the trysts and hookups I've had since coming back, and a tad bit of self reflection, like Carrie Bradshaw.  Enjoy! P.S. Please stay...