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Originally posted by taxwonk
I can't say for sure, because I don't really remember it, but back when I had just gotten out of college, I was drinking one night on Rush street. There was this place that sold one-liter Long Island iced teas for $5. I made the mistake of ordering a second one. The next morning, I woke up in an apartment in Hyde Park, in a bed next to a pair of black silk panties, with my clothes scattered on the floor and a fresh pot of coffee iin the kitchen with a note that read "Had to go to work. Enjoy your coffee. Call me."
I was scared to call.
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This happened to me only once. A buddy went to a conference in Boston and met a girl who went to our college. When talking to the girl, he mentioned that he lived with me and another college buddy, and added "but you probably don't know them." The girl said "yes, I know ____. We hooked up once but he probably doesn't recall." So my buddy comes back from the conference and tells me the details of the hook up. I tell him he's nuts and then run the story past another friend who would have been hanging out with me on the night in question. My other friend says "Oh, shit... I remember that girl... she was cute. You should have worked that." I looked the girl up in a yearbook and damnit if she wasn't a sweet looking girl. I had a great feeling of regret because she was (a) hot and (b) supposedly very cool and nice, and I spent my last year of college dating a high maintenance pain in the ass who made my life miserable.
