Tuesday, May 26, 2009

curiouser and curiouser.

As I've mentioned about six hundred times, my senior year of college was pretty ridiculous. Living with three other girls always meant that someone was always drinking, drunk, or hungover. So today's blog is semi-guest in nature. I was present for (most) of the events included in this story, but it didn't happen directly to me. Okay, I know that I'm reaching here but if people don't start emailing me guest blog stories then this is what's going to happen. So there's my threat!

My friend came out to me the summer after junior year of college. It was never a big deal, and to be honest I'd always sort of suspected as such. By the middle of senior year she'd come out to pretty much all of her good friends including our other two roommates. So imagine our surprise when, while out at Our House one night, she made out with several different guys. We all sort of laughed and shrugged it off. That is until she brought one home with her. Curiouser and curiouser.

The next thing I know, it's around 2:30 in the morning and there's a knock at my door..

Me: Come in.
Roomie:
Hey. Can I have a condom?
Me:
Uh.. I'm sorry, what?
Roomie: A condom. I need one.
Me: Wait, you know that condoms are... for.. penises.. right?
Roomie: Obviously. Can I just have one please?
Me: You're going to have sex.. with a man? Sorry, just want to make sure I'm getting this right
Roomie: Yes damnit, CAN I HAVE A CONDOM PLEASE?!
Me: Well, okay then. Here you go.

The next morning, I'm sitting in the living room when in comes the ambiguously oriented roommate. She slams the condom down on the end table, says "I couldn't do it," and leaves the room.

And that, my friends, was that.

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