Lay it down Sally

by anna at 06:49 PM on May 11, 2005

You don't realize what a sheltered life you've led as a teen until you go to college. In my case this was true even though my folks threw me out at 16 and before that they pretty much let me run wild. It's just that there is so much going on in the real world that you know nothing about.

When I got to junior college, my roommate and lifelong pal Roger made the football team as a walk-on. This being no small feat as this team was the perennial national champ. So he introduced me to these BMOC jocks who lived high up on a hill in a dorm that resembed a cheap motel. Each room had a door to the outside. One day we were up there and I noticed a long line forming outside one room. I'm like, what's up. Somebody informed me the team was pulling a train. (I nod knowngly, having not a clue what they meant.) The starting QB and running backs were done so now it was the receivers' turn. This tight end asked me if I wanted in on the action. I peeked inside and quickly decided no. This went on for about an hour. They then summoned the kicker, who was from another country and a bit of a dweeb. They told him this girl wanted him to perform certain favors on her. Not knowing what had gone on, he was glad to oblige. They shot pictures of him that if it were today, would be all over the net.

I asked who she was and was told she was Lay It Down Sally, after the Eric Clapton song. I filed that information away and went about my business.

Several weeks later my other roommate Mark brought her into our apartment. He knew her because they both came from the same town. They talked for a while about his girlfriend and some common acquaintences and then got down to business. For a long, long time. Listening from my bed in the same room (the apartment only had one main room and a bathroom,) I couldn't believe how long it was. Must have been five minutes at least! Afterwards Mark asked me if I wanted any of it and I was like, no I am fine.

But the reason I remember this after all these years it that my reply wasn't without hesitation. I actually considered it for a moment, even after what I'd seen at the motel-like dorm room and just heard. Despite her sordid reputation she actually was kind of cute. Think a feisty Cameron Diaz with a gap between her top front teeth and cutoff jeans about six inches tall.

Guys are dogs.