Hugo sat in his dorm room, his face a tragic mask of despair, his soul withering away with every second that passed.
He was doomed. Completely, utterly, irreversibly doomed. His luck was so rotten he was starting to believe he had been cursed in his past life.
Maybe he had been some ancient monk who took a vow of celibacy and now, in this life, karma was playing a cruel joke on him.
How else could he explain this horrifying dry spell? A whole week had passed. A WHOLE WEEK.
And still, not a single opportunity. Not even a hint of one.
He had tried everything. He had tried going to bars, social events, even sitting in the library looking mysterious and intellectual like some brooding male lead in a romance novel but nothing.
It had not worked even once!
It was like the universe was laughing at him from above, pointing at him and saying, 'Look at this fool, struggling for a threesome like a fish flopping on dry land!'
