Life Redone (Part 2 of 10)

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Only nine more opportunities.

That was my thought process right now. I had gone from debating even using the device and wondering if it was really legitimate, to planning out how to use it perfectly. I’m sure there were more than ten girls that I wanted a second chance with, and I wanted to make sure I didn’t forget anything that I would later regret. After all, this was pretty much my last chance at youth and fantasies of this proportion.

I tried everything that I could think of to make sure I left no stone unturned. I went through my social media friends, even breaking into my old Myspace account to see who I could recall from earlier times. I looked at old yearbooks, photos, and saved conversations.

“That’s a definite” I said, scrolling over a girl from high school.

“That would be really interesting” I chuckled as I saw a face from nearly ten years ago.

“That night…” I said, shaking my head as I came across another college friend.

As I said, having a long term relationship in college was probably not the best idea. I don’t regret where I am today, but as this device had helped to uncover already, there were a ton of opportunities that I had blown. Another one of the biggest failures happened early on in my college life. I had made a lot of friends early, the large majority of whom were girls, and I spent extra time at school hanging with all of them. Though there was plenty of flirting, virtually nothing of note happened with any of them.

The closest time came on a night where I stayed over one of the girl’s dorm rooms. I used the excuse that I had to be there early the next morning (which was true), and that I wanted to stay closer to the event. Of course, I never mentioned to anybody that I was staying with a girl, which wasn’t even legal at the college. We rented a movie, hung out late, and even slept in the same tiny dorm bed. There may have been the random quick cuddle, and our lips possibly brushed at one point in the middle of half consciousness. I wish I could tell you a more interesting story, but that was the end of it.

Madison was the girl that I stayed with. She was a pretty blonde with curly hair, just over medium in length. She had nice blue and gray eyes and very nice straight, white teeth. Hey body type was pretty much average, with what appeared to be firm “B” cups and a good body. Her most impressive feature was definitely her ass, which most of the group had caught onto and teased her a lot for (and she definitely didn’t mind). Despite being cute enough, I had heard whispers that she had very little sexual experience. Candidly, I heard this because our friends knew that we flirted a lot and all wanted us to be dating.

“She doesn’t have a ton of experience” I remember our friend saying to me one night. “But she wouldn’t mind doing a lot with you.”

So there I was, stuck again with no good options. If I could share some advice with people who hadn’t hit college yet, I would probably tell them this much. If you are in a great relationship, that’s fine. Just do yourself a favor and avoid making a lot of female friends, especially early on. The temptation is not fun.

Was this my logical next choice? Aside from the previous event that I had just re-lived, this was definitely up there on my list of regrets. At some point, I was going to have to write down all of my options, to make sure that I didn’t run out of chances and end up missing an obvious moment later on. But I still had nine left, and I knew there wasn’t going to be nine moments that I wanted to re-do over this one.

I stood up off of my bed and began to pace around the room. The cool wood roused my senses even a little higher than they had been, and I stared down at the box on my bed. I closed my eyes and thought about all the girls in my prior experiences, and tried to see what came to mind first. Sure enough, the Madison night continued to enter my thoughts, again and again. I picked up the box, gave a firm nod, and pressed the button.

A longer flash of light than the first time, but after a few seconds, I was in the middle of walking up to the dorm rooms. Perhaps the light takes longer when you go back further in time. My first adventure had probably been about three of four years back. This one was closer to seven years.

I had a small backpack slung over my shoulder. I looked at my arm and noticed it was a little skinnier than even my first venture back. I really should have gone to the gym more when I was younger. I looked to the ground and noticed my old shoes. And did I really think those socks that disappeared before the top of the shoe were necessary? Uncomfortable, at best, at this point.

I held the box for a few more minutes, and tried to decide where to put it. If I threw it into my bag, I ran the risk of an accidental push. For now, I stashed it in my pants pocket and continued my walk towards the dorms. It was already night time, but not late enough that I would draw major attention for entering the girls dorm rooms. Still, I blushed a little when I saw the RA’s giving me an extra look as I came near the main door.

Wait a second. I had forgotten that these doors were obviously locked. Nobody was going to let a random guy into the elevator area. I scrambled into my pockets and pulled out my old hilarious looking phone.