Ladies, I don’t know about you, but us guys, we tend to do that…well…a lot. And yeah, I am talking about what you’re thinking of. I tend to think its just human nature, but maybe we’re just disgusting pigs.

In college, roommates tend to know their roommate’s schedules better than we know our own. I always knew that I would have some personal time on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays from 11:30 to 12:25 and then on Tuesdays and Thursdays from 1:30 until 2:15. I know it is pathetic, but that’s just the way it is.

One particular night my roommate was leaving on a trip. His friends wanted to leave around midnight, so as I was getting ready for bed, he was getting ready to leave. Midnight came, he said goodbye, and went on his way. Laying there in bed, drifting off to sleep I began to feel the urge. Now I wasn’t happy about getting the urge; I was ready to go to sleep. But when you get the urge, there’s no turning back.

I got out of bed and went over to my desk to take care of business, but this day was different than most days. I didn’t take the same precautions that I typically would, because my roommate had left about fifteen minutes prior to go out of town. As I was sitting there, fully exposed to the silence of my room, I hear the door open. I was in the heat of the moment and had no where to go. I got caught. Now I’m a good sport about these things, because I can see the humor in the situation, but I was completely embarrassed.

My roommate showed no mercy. He could have walked back out; he could have given me a second to shield myself; he could have done anything other than what he did – he ran down the hall to tell all of my hallmates what had just happened. So to defend my honor I threw on a pair of mesh shorts and ran shirtless down the hall after him. Needless to say, everyone had a good laugh at my expense.

-Costanza