Borrowed Bed

I met this guy at a party. We hit it off instantly, and at the end of the night, he persuaded me to go to his place for a few more drinks. I was nervous, but he seemed really nice and I was having a great time, so I agreed. Anyway, after watching a movie and snuggling on the couch, we started making out. One thing led to another, and he took my hand and led me into his bedroom. Right as things were getting really hot and heavy, the door burst open and a crazy, screaming woman ran in and started calling me names, telling me to get out of her bed! It seems this was his friend's apartment, and this guy didn't even own a bed! I got out of there as fast as I could, but not before calling this loser a few choice words myself!

— Cindy, 24

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