[One of the greatest aspects of college life is the morning-after recap with friends. You stumble out of bed, grab your liquid of choice, and gather around the living room to replay (and remind yourself of) the events of last night. You laugh, you cringe and you share the highest of highs...and the rock-bottom lowest of lows. We thought we'd bring the fun of the recap to CollegeCandy, so grab that coffee and take part in the deliciously awkward moments your CC friends have to share.]
Last week, my boyfriend and I met for dinner in Manhattan and ended up going to his friend’s apartment afterwards to hang out. It got pretty late, and one of the roommates said that we could crash in an empty room (the guy who lived there was vacationing in Brazil) if we didn’t want to go all the way uptown in the rain.
Although I had my doubts about sleeping in someone else’s bed (What if he has some bodily lice? Is it so wrong if we have sex here? Where am I?), we decided to accept the offer. After all, we were in a fabulous building in the financial district overlooking the Brooklyn Bridge, and I was starting to get a headache from a little too much red wine at dinner. Navigating the subway wasn’t looking too hot.
In the morning, when we thought that everyone had left the apartment, my guy and I took a shower together. Why we felt the need to shower in someone else’s apartment (with someone else’s loofah), I do not know, but we did. And, since everyone knows that joint showering is no fun without at least a little touching, we decided to have sex. Hey – it seemed like the cleanest place to do the deed in someone else’s house, there would be no need for cleanup, and, well, it’s just inevitable when you’re in a steamy bathroom with your devilishly good looking boyfriend!
Needless to say, it got pretty hot and heavy….
Whoa, sorry. Got lost in my thoughts there for a second. Anyways, we didn’t even think twice about letting loose in the shower because no one was there. Or so we thought. Turns out, someone was.
We stepped out of the shower and as my BF was wrapping me in a towel, I heard someone walking around the kitchen. Neither one of us knew of him because he was subletting a room in the apartment and was not one of the roommates that my boyfriend knew. I was horrified. This stranger had just woken up and was attempting to go about his business only to be disturbed by two strangers having (loud) sex in HIS apartment. In HIS shower.
And now he was going to see us do the walk of shame back into a bedroom that wasn’t ours.
To make matters worse, I had used a towel that was already in the bathroom (I know, I’m ashamed, and I promise I’m not usually this gross), and I couldn’t very well walk into a hallway in a towel that potentially belonged to this guy. I thought that my only option was to stay locked in that bathroom forever, and I prepared to do so.
Finally, my boyfriend opened the door a crack and told me that the coast was clear. We only had to run across the living room back into the bedroom. I took a deep breath and ran across the hall at what must have been the speed of light. We got dressed and cleaned up the guy’s room as fast as we could, and when we left the apartment the roommate was nowhere in sight. Thank god.
I sincerely hope that I never have to look that guy in the face ever again in my life, because my behavior was just downright ridiculous. Let’s just hope he doesn’t tell my boyfriend’s friend about out little shower escapades, or else we might never hear the end of it. Or be invited back again.
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