It’s been a long night. The only thing on your mind is throwing the 12 decorative pillows (that your mom insisted you buy) off your big comfy bed and burying yourself under that warm, fluffy blanket.
You fight to keep your eyes open as you take the elevator up to your room. As you round the corner and get closer to your room you grow more excited to kick off your shoes, peel those skinny jeans off your legs (you swear they weren’t this tight when you bought them…) and take a one way ticket to Snoozetown.
And then you see it. Scribbled on the dry erase board tacked to your door: come back later.
The writing is messy, but the message is loud and clear. Your roommate’s got a boy in there and you are not welcome.
Angry, you stand there for a few moments taking it all in. It’s late on a weeknight. Everyone else is already asleep. And how long have they been in there? Where the hell are you supposed to go? When can you come back?
You scan the hallway. Yup, everyone’s doors are closed and the hall is quiet. You are going to have to find somewhere else to pass the time. You take the elevator back down to the study room on your dorm’s main floor. You’re exhausted, but you decide you’ll do a bit more reading and try the room again in a half hour.
When you walk in you find another student in there reading on a couch.
“You too?” You ask. She nods.
You head towards one of the over-stuffed chairs but reconsider and move towards a table. The last thing you want is to get too comfortable and fall asleep down here. You unpack your textbook, grab a highlighter and start reading. But after getting through 3 pages and realizing you have no idea what you just read, you close the book and start chatting it up with your fellow Sexilee. You vent, you complain, you commiserate. Then you see a boy walk past in the hallway and, thinking that must be the man of the evening, take that as your cue to head back upstairs.
When you approach the door you notice the note is still on the dry erase board but you reason that your roommate must have forgotten to wipe it off. To be safe, you knock. You hear some giggling.
“Come back in five minutes!” Your roommate calls from inside.
“Come on! It’s late!” You call. You know you sound ridiculous, but you just want to go to sleep, damnit.
“Five minutes!” You’re tempted to throw open the door and break up the little party, but the fear of seeing some guy’s bare butt stops you. So you put your bag on the floor, pop a squat and wait it out.
Not five, but fifteen minutes later, the music stops and the door opens. Startled (it seems you have dozed off) you jump up. Your roommate laughs and shoos her boy towards the elevator. You gather your things and drag yourself towards your bed. Finally, you can get some sleep.
Well, after your roommate gives you the 20 minute rundown of her evening romp, that is.
Yeah, we’ve all been there.
It’s annoying, it’s infuriating…and it feels good when you can get sweet Sexile revenge.



Emelio says:
Tue, 3rd Nov 200911:18 am
Learn to share.
AwesomeGuy says:
Tue, 3rd Nov 200911:19 am
This is why I HotWire hotel rooms last minute. The only ones that are tired are the girl and I after going at it … ALL NIGHT LONG
T says:
Tue, 3rd Nov 200912:46 pm
I’m so glad I have my own, off campus apartment.
grace b says:
Tue, 3rd Nov 20094:15 pm
Nothing like getting sexiled at 2:30 in the morning when I had to wake up at 5:30 am to go to a horse. Oh that was a comfortable night on the lounge floor (another girl had taken the couch)….
Stupid freshman year roommate was a bitch about that.
vladski says:
Tue, 3rd Nov 20097:49 pm
Love this sexiled video! D’oh.
Like this sexiled video – totally rude.
Darwin - New York University says:
Tue, 17th Nov 20097:18 pm
Worse things that I’ve experienced:
Walking in on “the action.”
Having the action occur 10 feet away from me while I was clearly awake on my computer.
Joan Redmund says:
Wed, 25th Nov 20099:00 am
The one show I always seem to miss the re-runs is Six Feet Under. Problem solved though now I found them at http://www.sixfeetunderonline.blogspot.com and no need to check the tv guide anymore.
Dan says:
Sat, 5th Dec 20094:47 am
Hotwire? Now that’s classy.
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