WHERE THERE’S A WALLET …
A broke college girl uses her single status to her advantage
My friends and I were hanging out on a Friday night, and because we’re college students, we had about 2 dollars to our name. Of course, that didn’t stop us from going out. We drank the remainder of the vodka we had and decided to venture out and see if we could get guys to buy us drinks.
At the bar, we managed to get a shot or two and conjure up enough for a drink, but our plan wasn’t working too well. Some friends told us they were at another bar around the corner, so we headed over and ended up drinking with some random Indian men who had bottle service. When the alcohol ran out, one of the guys we knew invited us to his friend’s apartment to drink more. We were sold.
Long story short, I ended up taking shots of vodka and chasing them with lemons. I had been talking to one of the guys all night and we hit it off (more like he got me drunk, but who’s complaining?). The next thing I know, it’s Saturday morning, the sun is shining, and I’m naked except for his boxers. My underwear was nowhere in sight.
Still drunk, I threw my sundress on over the sagging boxers, which were clearly visible. Then I realized my friends had my ATM card, and I had no cash. I spotted his wallet, grabbed 15 dollars, and snuck out the door.
I never heard from that guy again, and I don’t remember his name!
