Curtains
Second year of uni.

I'd managed to secure a fantastic house; three housemates with whom I shared a mutual love for getting as apocalypticlly drunk, and a mutual hatred for excessive tidyness. The living quarters themselves were equally fantastic - minutes away from lectures, enormous rooms and not one, but two dishwashers. Everything a student could possibly want.

My bedroom was on the bottom floor, with the window facing onto the main road along which around half the students in the University would walk to get to/from lectures or nights out. I also had net curtains. Those of you who have experienced these bizarre creatures will know that during daytime, they're fantastic - you can see out, and nobody can see in. At night time, however, you have to be quick to close the curtains as all and sundry can peer in when the lights were on. I can say with near certainty that at least fifty strangers must have had an eyeful of my genitals from me forgetting this fact.

It does get worse however. One evening, whilst incredibly drunk I somehow managed to pull. Myself and the (it must be said, rather hot) lady headed back to mine to commence the formation of the beast with two backs. We get going, and are both having a pretty reasonable time when I hear an odd noise, and look up. To see around ten people stood outside, clapping, cheering and banging on the window. I had both left the lights on and the curtains open. Oops.

After resolving the above issues we tried to continue operations, but due to the distraction and shock (and also almost certainly the alcohol) I was left in a state best described as 'trying to stuff a marshmallow into a piggybank'.

I'm still thankful that nobody either took pictures, or was witty enough to whip up scorecards.
(Merrep, Tue 17 Mar 2009, 16:51, 2 replies)

Curtains
I grew up in the country, and never used curtains, net or otherwise until I was 18 and went to Uni., so I had NO idea this is what happened.

Until, as you, I heard cheering and clapping from across the quad. Unfortunately there was no filly involved, just a glass of wine I was drinking. Luckily it was a semillon.
( Ghoti Fingers, Tue 17 Mar 2009, 19:47, closed)

"Luckily it was a semillon"
Hahaha :-D
( chart cat has an itch, Thu 19 Mar 2009, 3:20, closed)