Drinking might have been involved here.
In Utah??
What? Alleged?
There has got to be a whole lot more goning on here than meets the eye!
“He walked into the master bedroom and climbed inside the bed with who he thought was his girlfriend and started to kiss her and touch her.”
In some places, that’s called “dating”....
Hate when that happens.
I had this happen to me a few years ago in my apartment complex. Since I’m always going out to smoke, I often forget to lock my door.
I was asleep one night and a drunk woman who had gotten off the elevator on the wrong floor, walked into my apartment, took off her clothes and got in bed with me.
She was so wasted it took me an hour to get her to tell me what floor she lived on, and drag her up there.
Today, I laugh about it when I tell people but at the time, I was pretty alarmed. Needless to say, I’m very conscientious about keeping the door locked, now.
You know what??.... Sadly, there are women who’d think this was great.... if it was Fabio.
lol.
It ain’t ever gonna be Fabio ladies.
AWWW GREAT ... next thing ya know they will outlaw cheap beer and Trailer Parks
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Doesn’t he know how to knock on his girlfriends door? They definately have a rapist on their hands.
Reminds me of college.
Always a good idea to dig through her mail so you would know her name in the morning.
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Sounds like someone needs to clean up his approach to meeting girls.
This was a Twilight Zone episode.
I hate it when that happens, just saying.
True story. This is exactly how a friend of mine met his wife of 10 years. The only difference is that SHE climbed into his bed (or futon, rather).
For singles in Japan, one room studio apartments (bizarrely termed “mansions”) are ubiquitous. Layouts are identical, furnishings are minimal, and yes, in many parts of Japan, people still leave apartments unlocked.
It was (she claims) an honest mistake. He lived in Apartment 602, she lived on 702, she was drunk and hit the wrong elevator button. He’s a heavy sleeper. She stumbled in, flipped off her shoes, climbed in the futons and passed out.
They tend to disagree on the way the conversation went the next morning, but when it was all straightened out, hey...
I’ve known 3 people do this sort of thing.
A friend from college walked into his neighbors house drunk and crawled into bed with him and passing out.
A buddy from town walked into a neighbors house drunk in the middle of the night and passed out on his toilet.
This one made the local paper lol.
Another local bud crawling into bed with another friends ancient grandfather at 3am and passing out, drunk.
He got the bedrooms confused at the beach house.
And myself, drunk, after some U-Mass party waking up to a rapping noise on the window of some strange car in a strange driveway by a cop wondering what the hell was i doing sleeping it some guys parked car.
The cops were cool though, they bought me breakfast in jail that morning.
Whoops, That’s 4.
Ahh, The good ole’ days.....