In a more-is-more culture of liters of cola, kong sized SUVs and sensory overload, one has to wonder why the elusive m?enage a trois isn’t as common as a late night Slices run. When you think about it, the idea that sex with two people doubles the fun seems a page ripped straight from Americana. So how come Colgate students aren’t double booking in bed?

On one hand, it’s hard to imagine a preppy popped collar Delbarton grad eager to share anything, and most of my guy friends have enough trouble closing the deal with one woman, let alone two. Plus, if your guy starts grinding with another girl at the Jug, your inclination is to find someone hotter – not stick around as a third wheel.

Yet everyone knows those prepsters aren’t as clean cut as they seem, and the availability of alpha male how-tos like The Game, which outlines a “foolproof” routine for laying two women, puts every male on an equal playing field. Therefore, my bet is that most boys would be up for the act – the male brain isn’t that hard to decipher.

Perhaps many ladies would also try out a trio. Who among us hasn’t been one-third of a Jug triple kiss? But taking it beyond the lips opens up a whole new set of social stigmas, including a discomfort with voyeurism and labels of bisexuality. A threeway makeout has little to do with sexual gratification and more to do with getting a rise from the guys. But a m?enage a trois is about below-the-belt involvement from another woman, placing the participants in the socially gray and chronically misunderstood “bisexual” category. The voyeurism comes into play because in any threesome, you spend a bit of time as a bystander.

So should we all get extra busy in bed, bragging in the a.m. about the sexual stereotypes we’ve helped to reverse?

Not necessarily. I’m not one to dictate bedroom behavior (at least not in every column) but part of the mysterious appeal of the threesome is that like winning the lottery, no one really does it. Urban bedroom legends are better left untested, kinda like that whole pop rocks and coke thing – the potential that your stomach might explode is way better than the disappointing reality (a cavity at best).

In other words, some sexual fantasies don’t translate well into actual action. It’s one thing to have a sexy mental image in mind while you’re rubbing one out, but it’s quite another to call up your guaranteed booty call and invite her to join a party for three. Not to mention it’s one more person you have to avoid at the Coop.

Of course, every saucy sexcapade comes down to the person (or persons-s-s) and whether your mantra is “less is more” or “the more, the merrier” is an individual choice. As with all sexual ventures, don’t make a reservation for three unless you and your partner are both up for the menu. Consider whether the fantasy will leave you fulfilled – or if it stays sexier just out of reach. And hey, there’s always inflatable dolls.