You know, I really should have seen it coming. But, you know what they say—love is blind.

I'd been going out with Candy since just after we got here at Endicott College. One month into our freshman year—boom, we were a couple. It had gotten to the point that, to our friends, we were so much a couple that we'd gotten saddled with a single name—Marcandcandy. You know. "So who's coming to the party tonight? Oh, Joe, Jane, Cat, Rick, Marcandcandy." That kind of thing.

Now, we were back in school for our junior year. Summers had been tough on us—we lived two hours away, and weren't able to see each other too much. I expected the customary joyous reunion, which I got—but it only lasted about a week.

After that, things changed, and Candy seemed to get harder and harder to find. I'd go to her dorm, have her room buzzed—no reply. I'd call, and her roommate would tell me that she wasn't in. I couldn't find her. I'd try to make a date, and she'd be nowhere to be found.

"Oh, sorry, I'm just busy," she'd say. "I have a tough course load this semester. I'm just studying a lot." Sure. Now if someone's studying a lot, wouldn't you'd think they'd either be in their room, or in the library? Not Candy. Believe me, I checked.

After about three weeks of this, I'd had enough. I was bound and determined to pin her down. So, one Saturday, I decided to doorstep her. I called—roommate said she was out—so I headed to her dorm, planning on waiting there until she came in. Even if it took all night.

I didn't have to wait. I saw her as I was approaching the dorm. She, too, was approaching the dorm. She wasn't alone.

I had no idea who he was. Endicott's not the biggest college in the world, but I don't know everyone. Didn't have a clue who this guy was. But he was with Candy, and headed towards her dorm.

Her room's on the second floor, in the back. Easy enough to see into. She didn't even bother to draw the drapes. I saw this guy's ass moving up and down. Jesus, I heard Candy's screams! My girlfriend—under another guy—screaming!

I almost died, right then and there.

I waited. I waited for him to come out, which he finally did. I marched right in and had her room buzzed. When someone tried to tell the person at the desk that she wasn't there, I said, "Tell her that it's Marc, and I was just outside her window just now."

She finally came down. "So, who was he?"

"Who was who?" she said, still trying to play dumb.

"The guy I just watched and heard you fucking, Candy."

Her face fell—but then she tried to brighten up. "Look, Marc. He didn't mean anything."

"He meant fucking, at the very least," I snorted.

"Look. It's like this. We were apart so much this summer, that I got horny, and I couldn't stand it. So I had a couple guys over the summer. And what I decided was that I like variety. Look, it really doesn't mean anything. It's just sex. I still love you."

"Funny way to show it, ignoring me for three weeks."

"Well, I was trying to get it out of my system. You know, have my variety, and then settle down with you again."

"Candy, that is so weak."

"But, Marc! It's the truth! It's just sex! I love you!"

I stood there in the lobby of her dorm, looking at her for a minute, just flabbergasted. Then I turned on my heel and headed out.

"Marc?" she called out after me.

"You wanted variety. You got it. You don't even have to fit me in anymore." I turned back away from her, and walked out.

---THE END---

The next story in this story arc is "I'm A Loser".