Dirty DJ
My freshman year of college I roomed with one of God’s special people. We met at the session of orientation held for the academic elite and soon proclaimed ourselves BFFs. The first week of school, she brought a guy back to the room while I was sleeping and had sex with him, five feet away from me. When I mentioned the next morning that the noise had woken me up and to just ask me to leave next time, she denied it and said I must have dreamed it.
Over the next month she faked a series of seizures, stopped going to class, stopped showering and brought her pet tarantula back to the room. The tarantula, of course, escaped from it’s cage. I still didn’t realize I was rooming with a sociopath until one day, while looking through her things for a shirt she had borrowed, I found a pair of my panties in her drawer. Her official nickname, at this point, was “the third floor whore.”
The climax arrived right before Christmas, while she was recovering from an abortion by staying with one of the probable baby daddy’s. I was dating a guy in the same dorm and came back to his room one night a little drunk. Despite the fact that she had asked me for a ride to the clinic that very morning, she snuck into the bathroom adjoining the room where I was having sex and made an audio recording. I found out the next morning when walked into the communal drawing room to the sounds of my moans laid down to a techno beat. She moved her stuff out of our room that day.
If she wanted to sleep around – whatever, that’s her choice. But yeah, lying about it? Sad.
That last indecent takes the cake though. Who the eff records someone else having sex and then plays it for the whole dorm – techno beat or not?
What the hell? You know, some people have a clinical fear of spiders and it’s very upsetting to be reading a harmless article to find a picture of one when there’s NO NEED FOR IT. That is bullsh!t. Maybe I should sue this sight for aggravating my fears and emotional distress. Have the common sense and the common courtesy to leave that stuff off of here.
NGL, you both sound gross.
Get over yourself, Pissed. The world doesn’t fucking revolve around you.
I’m with No on this one.
Agreed. And learn to spell “site”
Lollllll @ Pissed. Yeah, and there are plenty of fears that websites don’t cater to. Imagine the fear of the written word and getting online. IMAGINE ONLY SITES PLEASE.
I have the same fear as “Pissed,” but I wasn’t about to bitch that the site shouldn’t be posting pictures of spiders on the page. I just scrolled quickly. I’m accosted by spider pictures online much more often than I’d like…I’ve learned to deal.
That said…I’m wondering if the roommate brought the tarantula in the room before checking with the OP. With the way the story is written, it seems like she did, which actually is inconsiderate. A large, fuzzy, LIVING spider hanging out in my dorm room, caged or not (and devenomized or not), would NOT be okay. I’d never move my cat in if my roommate was allergic…or even if they just didn’t like cats. I should get the same courtesy.
WHen you walked in the room to her playing that tape to everyone, did you proceed to punch her in the face? I hope so.
How could she prove it were YOUR moans though?