why it's not entirely a great idea for me to date (or even pursue any relations with) someone from the same college -- if it's small like ours is So what happened? And, AGAIN? Pissed on? Wtf? Long long story short, a few years ago on Halloween night there was this dance (of sorts) at our school. Everyone gets retarded beforehand because we're all white kids who can't dance -- unless I'm drunk, in which case I'm like Cirque de Soleil around the place. I was obscenely wasted and passed out on the early side -- especially after all of the dancing exhaustion I wasn't quite sure of the logistics, but it wasn't long before I woke up with some girl's face planted in my ass. I had boxers on and, sorry guys, didn't have [the balls] to rip one. She didn't receive my seal of approval so I made sure she was coherent and in good health and walked her back to her room. This is where you won't ask me how I know where she lived. I go back to my room and hop onto my lofted bed. And then realized it was a bit musky and damp. I lowered my face a bit to waft some fumes and investigate. It was piss. Nice. I chalked it up to "heyyy it's college. Shit happens. At least she's OK and she stumbled (crawled?) into a room where someone wouldn't rape her. I'll wash all this shit and pretend nothing happened. How embarrassing would it be if everyone found out, right? It's a small school" Reputations go a long way around here, and word travels fast. So with 250,000 students in the Greater Boston Area I could afford to avoid less than 1000 of them from our school. Occasionally I'll betray this when my judgement is skewed. But hey, it's college. Fast forward to last night. Again, long story short I found myself back in my room with a girl I had been particularly coveting for a few weeks. This, that, and the other thing later, as well as a few hours -- I get a tap and a "oh shit... dont hate me" What I thought was puke for the longest time ( she wouldn't betray to me what she really did ) turned out to be some really dilluted piss. Wonder how that could have happend. After her pleaing for me to sleep in her bed because she feels bad (or whatever) I finally escaped her grips and got my backup bedding (thanks mom! ) and passed out. She's washing my shit now, but I'm washing all of my clothes anyway -- guilty by association. Takeaways: I promised myself no more drunk girls like 6 months ago. I need to get back on that bandwagon before I drown in human waste. No more anything with anyone at school. More and better options elsewhere. Unless I'm really drunk.