What an odd night. I wake up to this guy in my bed (my roomie brought him home and we figured he slipped into bed sometime last night by mistake.) How odd.
I did go out. We predrank at a friends, went to a karaoke bar and then back there for afterhours. And I took alot of raspberry vodka shots, but I know I went home by myself
. ( I dont just go inviting random boys to my bed - if they are boys I know thats a different story ... j/k)
So I wake up and there's this kid next to me. I get up, ask if he wants water and call my best friend just to reassure myself that I didn't take somebody home. He actually was in a class with my roommate and we talked to him at the bar briefly. Last thing I remember is coming home, putting on pjs and passing out with my teddy bear and blankets.
So, I guess we have deduced he came home with my roommate and went from the bathroom to my room - theres a connecting door - and passed out.
So, being the good hostess I am, I just got back from driving him back to the dorm.
I am still in a state of shock ...
Anybody else have stories like this?