Almost everyone has dating stories of dates gone horribly wrong and I probably have more than my fair share. My college years could best be described as a segment in the movie Animal House but I tried hard (who am I kidding? I tried little but I was good at what I did (which was History, by the way), I graduated, and had a helluva good time.
I used to drink a little in college. Some of the time. Most of the time. All of the time. Some of that drinking caused me to get in a little bit of trouble and to exercise a little bit of bad judgement.
I was at this party at a friend of mine's house one night and I really got plastered. The last thing I remember was talking to this really cute blonde. At some point and time the cute blonde switched places with this girl that could have been a member of the Dallas Cowboys. About four hours later I woke up with this girl, fully clothed I might add, in my apartment. I do not know how that happened. My friends at the party had seen me leave with her, my roommates had seen me bring her home, so I had some serious damage control to do. I knew I didn't do anything with her because I passed out way before then and that is the truth.
When I woke up, I realized what had happened (and what didn't happen), went out and snagged my two roommates and it took all three of us to carry her out to our front steps and leave her. I felt guilty about that (I got over it), and she was gone the next morning.
I tried my damnedest to avoid everyone that had seen me with her that night for about two weeks but my "night of shame" eventually caught up with me. I still hear about it from one of my roommates.
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