Freshman year of college was a trip.
I went to college, and roomed with my bestfriend from high school.
We pretty much felt like we were
"bad to the bone", because we always
knew we had each other's back.
Plus, we were from Chicago, so we were "big city" girls, and we didn't take no stuff.
Anyway, being the dare devils that we were, and being as naive as we were, we had a tendacy to get cool with people, after only knowing them for like some hours or something.
Well, this one particular night, this guy had been hanging around the dorm. Everybody seemed to know him, so he was cool with us. He started giving us some sob story about wanting to crash in our room. Being the "savy sophisticates" that we were, we were like "whatever". Y'all don't hear me though, we were in our nightgowns and all, with some guy we had met hours before, sleeping on our dorm room floor.
Well, thank God for His grace, because nothing happened, but the next day, one of our friends, who was a sophomore, came into our room. She was like, "Girl, I saw 'CRAZY' Mike coming out of here this morning. Girl, y'all better stay away from him, you know he's a campus rapist! He tried to rape me last year!"
Needless to say, we were like "WHAT???????????????????????"
We had to seriously review our "open door" policy from that day on.
Miss. Mocha
[This message has been edited by Miss. Mocha (edited April 23, 2001).]
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