DORM DAZE
A college coed wakes up in the wrong bed
I woke up groggy after a long night out. The clock read 7:27am and I was in unfamiliar territory. I had just moved into a new room, so it took me a minute to realize where I was. I was fully clothed in my own pajamas—a flannel matching set with cupcakes—but I wasn’t in my bed and I wasn’t alone.
I slowly turned over to see who was laying next to me. It was an older guy—score! But he looked vaguely familiar. I was so confused that I aggressively shook him awake. A look of disbelief, embarrassment and sheer terror came across his face all at once. I immediately blurted out the first three questions that came to mind: “How did I get here? Who are you? Oh my god, did we hook up??!!!”
As it turns out, I had wandered down the hall, in a drunken stupor, into what ended up being my Resident Advisor’s room! Since it was the very beginning of the year, I had only met the guy briefly, but it had been long enough for him to explain to me the alcohol-free policy of the dorm.
I apologized and left in haste and thought that was the end of it, but the next day I got a note underneath my door. My RA had requested that I be kicked out of the dorm because he didn’t feel safe around me! In my defense, he should have locked his door.
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