Afraid of being confident

The human sexuality (5)

The human sexuality

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I think about last night while I stir my cereals. It wasn't that bad. As long as men just want company, like Mr. Chad, then it's really a good job. A quick look on my wrist watch that makes me choke. Fuck! I have to be in my lecture hall on my chair in nearly seven minutes. Psychology by Dr. Doodle, who need a therapist by himself. He's in his early 60's, loves to observe people and is kind of creepy. But then again – who isn't ? The problem is that he's very strict and no one can afford it to be late. Ever! It's a no go. He'll give you evil looks and asks you questions just when you weren't listening, only to show you that you really can't afford yourself anything with him. He has the power. I jump on my bike and ride as fast as I can before I sprint into the building towards my chair. I'm sitting just in time for his routine. Dr. Doodle closes the door and locks it. No one can come in or go out. Told you – he's creepy. But I'm here and that's all that matters right now. He's talking about the human sexuality today. There are nearly no chairs left when he talks about sexuality, because everyone thinks it's really exciting. They can relate to it and sometimes a couple next to me grins as Dr. Doodle explains what men find attractive or as a turn on. They grin as if they would understand what he's talking about. Everyone nods from time to time. Except for me. I don't get a thing he's saying. And I'm the only one that isn't scribbling down every word he says. I mean how can sex be so important that it's probably the only thing a couple does or was doing thousand years ago. The difference is that people nowadays are on the pill or use condoms. But the main reason is and was to produce kids. A human is controlled by it's sexuality. That's one part I do understand. But I always thought and think that sex is about connecting with each other in a way that's unique. It's satisfying when you make love to the person you love... not to pleasure men or the needs of women. That's ridiculous. They both should get what they want. Ugh! Why am I so upset?! It happens every time when he talks about sex that I'm the only one with question tags in my eyes. Almost everyone volunteered to write something about the human sexuality by Freud or their opinions. I'll probably choose the topic 'Causes for mental breakdowns in the 21st century'. I think it's more important than to think why and how people sleep and fit best together. Maybe the couple to my right, who can't keep their hands to each other, will write about their own experiments in their bedroom. Gross!! Some of the will work with Dr. Doodle. I don't want to imagine what they'll talk about during their afternoon meetings with it's door locked.

The next lecture I have to attend is biology. This weeks topic...Yey, again – the human sexuality of women by Mrs. Welsh. A young woman in her late thirties. She just came back after she gave birth to her fourth kid and loves to talk about the body of women, pregnancies and all that stuff. She talked about the right nutrition before, during and after a pregnancy last week. All girls were taking notes like maniacs. Crazy about good advices how a woman can reduce the progress of gaining weight and how to start the right diet afterwards.

I arrive at my apartment and am happy to escape all this sexuality talk for a few hours. I walk up to the main entrance to find Brenda sitting in front of it, holding a bunch of bags with boxes in her hands.

"Hey, college girl", she greets me and grins as she sees my greedy look.

"You did quite a good job, Leslie. I didn't get so many boxes after my first night. Let's go inside and you tell me everything about about your first one."

I'm speechless. Who would send me presents? But then again, I remind her words that I'll get dresses so that I have I don't have to buy some and they're good enough for the occasions they want me to attend. We walk upstairs and I prepare some coffee while Brenda inspects every corner of my apartment. Especially my room. I hear her laugh and look up to see her holding one of my panties, laughing hard, like it's not normal to have those.