An Evening Stroll

Posted on August 6, 2012


This story is from Alejandra a 24-year-old management consultant from Boston, as told to Raz:

Charlie was a friend of my sister’s boyfriend. We’d met a couple times, we’d flirted and I had a crush. But until recently, I also had a boyfriend. Now, however, I was super single. When he invited me to his birthday party at a club, I knew the time had come to kick our relationship up a notch.

I thought about playing hard to get, but it was his birthday after all and he looked so hot. When he asked me to go home with him at the end of the night, I practically dragged him out.

We had sex all over his apartment. It was awesome.

The next morning I woke up in bed, still naked and with no Charlie in sight. I called his name. Nothing. I leaned over the side of the bed to find my clothes. Nothing.

So I wandered into the living room naked. I was pissed. How could this guy have left me alone in his apartment after the crazy night we’d just had? That’s when I realized: This wasn’t Charlie’s apartment.

Did I mention that sometimes I sleep walk?

Somehow I had nakedly wandered out of Charlie’s apartment and into another one. But why was this apartment’s door open? Why was no one home? And why hadn’t anyone spotted me? Or had someone spotted me? I was mortified. And all I knew was that I had to get out of here fast.

But I didn’t have any clothes. I grabbed some sweats and a T-shirt from the dresser, and found my way back to Charlie’s apartment. But the door was locked, and he didn’t answer when I knocked. Who sleep walks out of an apartment and remembers to lock the door behind them?

So I headed to the doorman. “Excuse me sir, I’m staying with Charlie in 12 J, and I seem to have locked myself out. Could you let me in?”

He eyed my oversized outfit and my bare feet. Clearly taking pity on me, he handed me the spare key.

I crept back in, hoping Charlie was passed out enough not to hear me come in. He wasn’t.

Let’s just say the conversation we had after that was beyond awkward. There was a lot of laughing at me.

Silver lining? I gained my new favorite pair of comfy sweatpants. Worth it.

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