Hannah...
Hannah was a Senior Resident when I was in Halls in my first year of University. She developed a crush on me. It was not really reciprocated...

One day I had been drinking since about 9am. Not that uncommon (even now!), but it had left me trashed and vulnerable to her advances at about 1am.

I took her home, and despite the fact she'd come on to me and dragged me home, she went all frigid. My natural charm eventually won her over, and on I hopped. A few minutes into it, my door burst open and in staggered Andy and Drew, searching for skunk.

"Guys, fuck off! I'm busy!" I cried, as Hannah pulled a duvet over us, shrieking at the intrusion.

"We only want some gear mate" they replied.

I directed them to it, and after much coaxing, I resumed.

Two minutes later the door opens again and they ask "Have you got any skins?"

At this point Hannah dressed and ran off. I tucked myself into my boxers, went into the kitchen and skinned up, having realised there was no chance of getting laid properly.

She never spoke to me again.
( disasterprone "Pyjamas caused the Holocaust", Sat 16 Jun 2007, 22:56, Reply)