I am at a convention for an organization I am involved in, and the free sponsored room I got is with two college girls. Both of these girls are seen as future leaders in our organization, and that scares me. They are easy, coarse as lava rocks, careless slobs, and well known for being constantly drunk at these functions. I didn't know I would be rooming with them until I got here.

Yesterday, the girls and two guys had a nap together in the king bed. I wouldn't have gotten into the bed with them anyway, but with my wedding right around the corner, I didn't think it was appropriate to even stay in the room, so I had to leave.

Last night, many of us stayed out networking after some late night meetings. The girls kept drinking the whole time. I came in and went to bed when the "networking" started devolving into debauchery. One of the girls didn't come back to the room at all. Well, she may have tried. I heard knocking on the door at 3 AM but by the time I got up to check it out, nobody was there. The other one--the smarter one who people seem to think has a promising career ahead--stumbled in some time after that and proceeded to have not-so-quiet shower sex with some short homely dude while I was trying to sleep. Then the guy got into the bed (I'm on the foldout couch but it's only a few feet away) and looked like he was preparing to spend the night. His paramour was still in the bathroom. I sat up and told him in no uncertain terms that I would not be sharing accommodations with a strange man, so he left.

This girl is pretty attractive, with clear skin, long hair, and a healthy weight. She's a recent college grad in her early twenties with a coveted job and strong political connections. And she's so used up that the best she could score for even a one night stand is this awkward little rat eyed man. I feel so out of place here, but it's a total affirmation of my RPW values. I cannot wait to get home to my fiancé and out of this craziness, but it saddens me that this is what feminism has brought us to.