After her last class on Friday, I saw Emily off. I made sure her tires were filled properly, and she had everything that she needed for her drive home to Long Island. After we had kissed goodbye, I had this strange feeling of abandonment. I knew that I'd see her again in a couple of days, but it reminded me of summer recess when we wouldn't see each other for weeks, until she and I would make plans to visit each other. This was our second year of us dating and other than our summer breaks, we've always been together.
When she left, I was starting to miss her already, so I thought I'd workout at the college's gym to keep myself busy. I thought that it might help keep me occupied and feeling down in the dumps.
The gym was empty, and after a few sets of military presses and bicep curls, I ran on the treadmill for an hour. It basically came down to doing a strenuous workout or masturbating in the shower; I ended up doing both.
When I got back to the dorm, the party had already started, so I went to my room and shut the door. Matthew and my other roommates had beer kegs on ice. They even had a DJ. Times like this made me wish that I had chosen a dorm on campus, but then again they weren't much better with the noise and parties either.