When she joined the university, she was holier than Mary the mother of Jesus. Her nature could only be compared to that of Eve from the Garden of Eden. The only company that surrounded her was an aura of innocence. She would spend her nights at the Christian Union meetings. Her dresses always kissed her ankles.

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All these were before one of her second-year friends introduced her to this fourth-year guy whom every lady claimed he was hot.

Two weeks later you would meet her at the guys place washing utensils and clothes. She no longer goes for CU meetings, instead, she does some Jackie Chan and Bruce Lee acrobatics in the bedroom all in the name of giving the guy a good sex.

Needless to say, after weeks of continuous sex and slavery, she is dumped like a used pad.

This is the story of 70 percent of first-year female students.

I wish someone could have educated them on the 90-day rule and probably dedicate the "Ain't your mama" song to them. Maybe they would be a little wiser to realize that love is not all about sex and doing his house chores.

It may sound a little bit harsh, but the truth of the matter is that there could never exist a genuine relationship between a first-year lady and a fourth-year guy.

I mean this guy has seen and probably slept with all sorts of girls during his four years in the university. What special thing do you think a first year will possess that will drive this guy crazy if not sex? What has this guy not seen in fourth, third and second years to settle for a first tear if not the sweetness of virginity?

These guys take advantage of the fact that most first years have just begun learning the art of love. And as such, they love with every single little feeling they have.

Enough said. Dear first years, unless you want to be used as a sex toy and be dumped like a used condom, don't even in your wildest dreams date the fourth year. And to the fourth years who are busy subjecting the innocent first years to sex slavery; my brothers, the thunder that is gonna strike is busy charging and doing push-ups somewhere on an island in the middle of Indian Ocean.