A Clean Getaway

Posted on November 12, 2012


This probably started off really well…

This story is from Lilian, a 24-year-old legal assistant from Boston, as told to Raz:

This isn’t really my story, but considering I played a crucial role in it, I’m gonna tell it anyway.

My freshman year of college, my dorm room was next to Jack’s. Jack was a sophomore and had a reputation for being kind of sleazy, but a lot of my friends thought he was cute. I wasn’t impressed, so I limited my interaction with him to the occasional “Hello” in the hallway.

One Friday, I was spending the night in, enjoying the fact that my roommate was out of town. Then, halfway through an awesome episode of “Gossip Girl,” there was a knock on the door.

I opened it to a girl I’d never seen before. Her hair was wet, her makeup was running down her cheeks—and she was completely naked. Her left arm was trying desperately to cover her breast while her right arm held a tiny washcloth to her crotch.

“I’m so sorry to bother you,” she said, clearly near tears.

“Oh my God. are you ok?” I asked.

“Could I borrow a towel?”

“Of course!” I handed her one. “What happened?”

“Well, I was with Jack, who lives next door, in the shower…” Her face was bright red beneath the smeared mascara.


“Yeah, we got in a weird fight mid hookup, and  he stormed out and took my towel. Now he’s not answering his door! I’ve been standing out here naked and knocking for ten minutes!”

Poor thing. I sympathized but there wasnt teally much else I could do to help. I told her she could keep the towel. And the naked girl went on her way.

After that, I stopped saying “Hello” to Jack in the hallway, and made a point to warn my friends against hooking up with him.

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