College pranks, part 3.
Back when I was fresh from high school, age 18, I attended a small college in Upstate New York out in the middle of nowhere between Syracuse and Utica. As this was in the very early 1980s, the drinking age there was still 18- and as this was the middle of nowhere, there was little else to do.

I lived in a dormitory that had guys on the first floor, girls on the second, guys on the third and girls on the fourth. Upstairs from me was a rather thick blonde girl named Kathy. She was something of a partier, but somehow managed to stay in school anyway.

It was the end of the spring semester and I was in the laundry room doing my wash when Kathy came in to do hers as well. After loading the machine she sat on the other end of the bench frowning into space for a moment, then announced to me, "You know, it's strange what you learn at the end of the year."

"Like what?"

"Like the things you did when you were drunk. I sometimes black out, and some of the girls have been telling me about things I did that I don't even remember."

I gave her a look of shock and horror. "Waitaminute... Kathy... you mean you don't remember... us?"

Her head snapped around. "WHAT?!?"

I shook my head with a sickly expression on my face. "Oh god, that explains it. I thought you just didn't like me and that's why you weren't talking to me. I've laid awake at night wondering why you didn't give me another chance, as you were really into it at the time..." I stood up. "I need to go for a walk." And I left her there with her jaw hanging.

I made it upstairs before I cracked up. Cindy was in the lounge at the time and gave me an odd look. "What's so funny?"

I explained it to her, and her eyes got bigger and bigger. "How long should I let her go for?" I asked.

"Oh, at least a few days..."

So I got my laundry (Kathy was gone by then) and took it to my room, selected some clothes and went to my girlfriend's for the weekend.

Apparently late in the weekend Cindy finally broke down and told her, and the screaming and pounding on my door was of legendary proportions...
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 13 Dec 2007, 23:04, 2 replies)

Ha!
I would have thought a night spent with you would be unforgettable.
( girlinthehole, Fri 14 Dec 2007, 9:22, closed)

Had it actually happened
she might have remembered it. As it was, I had never even kissed her.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Fri 14 Dec 2007, 15:51, closed)