Memorial day. The day to celebrate and get drunk with your friends. My best friend and I were on our way to do this, dancing and singing in the car. Fergie comes on and we bump it as loud as we can and start dancing crazily. Out of nowhere, a cop see’s us pulls us over and see’s our case of beer (unopened). My friend and I our both minors so, we both get thrown in the cop car and get the living shit scared out of us. Thankfully, he lets us go with only a citation, but not before making us pour out all of our beer (one of the worse punishments). We then go my friends house and beg her mom to buy us alcohol because we were so stressed out. We we end up getting very drunk and hanging out with a few of her neighbors. One, being her gay friend Philly who started walking around naked. Later that night my friend and I end up having a threesome with a guy we’ve both been kind of talking to…and I never ever have sex, ever. But, shit happens.

is one of me sex in the city moments…

We hooked up a couple of times and I wanted to wait to have sex because I was beginning to like him and remembered how shitty I felt after some one-nighters with people I’d just met.

So we finally had sex…I started out on bottom and only 4 seconds in (not exaggerating, I promise!!!) I decided to get on top to make things easier. I rolled over and he kind of stopped me, to say, “uhhh theres kindof a problem.”

Turns out her was DONE…4 seconds? REALLY? It was so awkward, I didn’t know what to say and I ended up asking if it happened in the past…he said No, which I later found out was a lie..

The next few times we did it, it didn’t get any better, until I finally realized how much of an asshole he was and was dying to tell my dormmates about his little “problem.”

King of reminds me of Charlotte waiting for Trey before they were married!

It was humiliating. Once we finally made it to the bathroom he simply handed me some damp toilet paper to scrub the blood off with, obviously too grossed out to sacrifice one of his white towels. So we silently stood there scraping the dried blood off with these flimpsy scraps of tp.

Needless to say that was the end of that.. Except that I had to spend the rest of the semester awkwardly trying to avoid talking to him in class.

I was 23, single, just graduated from college and had landed my first job in the heart of the Canadian city that never sleeps – Toronto! My phone rings and this gorgeous, husky voice asks to speak with Janet (I lived alone at the time and Janet is not my name). We established pretty quickly that he had the wrong number but we chatted for an hour anyway, after which he said he was so intrigued by my sexy voice he just had to meet the girl it belonged to!

We agreed to meet the next week, but neither one of us would describe what we looked like; it would be one big surprise. And was it ever!Needless to say I was dressed to the nines, but didn’t my jaw drop to the floor when at the prescribed meeting spot waited a guy over 6 feet tall, wearing cowboy boots and a three-piece suit, and covering it all was the most stunning full length fur coat!

We had cocktails, grabbed a cab, stopped along the way for a box of Trojans and spent the better part of the night in my bed emptying out the box. He left around 3:30 in the morning and I never saw him again, but it rates as a most memorable experience in my life (so far)!

I was at a new job at a restaurant, and a really hot waiter had been giving me the eye all night. At the end of the shift, we went into the staff bathroom to do the dirty. It was pretty good, but then I perched on the edge of the sink, and the entire thing fell off the wall! Everyone in the staff locker room heard, and when it was safe, we couldn’t leave fast enough. Needless to say, we couldn’t look each other in the eye for the rest of my tenure there, and the manager never did find out who broke the sink…