“It’s for you.” Said my wife Amy as she handed me the phone. She had a look of disgust on her face so I had a good idea who it was. There is only one guy I know who could get under a women’s skin like that.
“Hey dude what’s up.” I said.
Joel Whitman was my roommate in college. He was the crazy college party guy we all know. However, unlike the rest of us he has never grown out of that personality. To this day he is still that wild and care free guy. Joel says the first thing on his mind, which is usually politically incorrect. Since I have known him he has never had a girlfriend for longer than a month. Women seem to hate him, and guys want to party with him. Oddly enough and what has always astounded me is that he sleeps with a lot of women. He seems to have a way of pissing women off but making them curious to know more. His relationships never end well.
One of the best Joel stories I can remember occurred one night in the dorms. We ordered a pizza, which is college gold. Everyone wants in, but no one has money. So this cute girl from down the hall asks for a slice. Joel says “sure if you’ll fuck me.” The girl says, okay. She sits down and Joel gives her a slice. We all laughed assuming it was a big joke. After the pizza, Joel and the girl went into the back room. I am not kidding; 15 minutes later Joel walks out and gives me a thumb’s up sign. I can remember saying, no way when Joel proceeded to hold up his dirty condom.