I used his towel to clean off.

During the Christmas break of my freshman year, I decided to switch roommates from my best friend in high school to a guy down the hall, named Carl. He was a cool guy, not as cool as my other friend Allen, but I figured it was time to change things up and get a new roommate.

Well, about two days into the semester did I realize how long it was going to be. Carl turned into the most annoying person of all time. It wasn’t that he was rude, but just obnoxious and wanted to make sure everyone knew how smart he was.

Well he was dating a girl named Ashe, basically he was just messing around with her. He kept telling us all they weren’t dating. Well, one weekend, Carl went out of town like he usually did (thank god). And on Friday night, Ashe called the room. I answered and told her he wasn’t here, but she said, “That’s ok, what are you doing.” Well she ended up coming over and we watched a movie. One thing led to another, as it usually does, and before I knew it, she was going down on me. I never really thought about this being wrong, and compared to what was about to happen, that part wasn’t so wrong.

So she was going down and I was about to finish, and it ended up getting on my hand. No problem, hold on. Let me wipe it off. But instead of finding one of my towels, without thinking I just went to his side of the dorm, grabbed his towel off the rack and wiped off my “stuff”.

Didn’t really think much about it. Maybe I should have. Not only did I mess around with my roommate’s girl, but I used his towel to clean off.

I wish that was the end of the story, but it’s not.

Three days later, it’s Monday morning and I’m in my dorm room telling the story to my other friend Joe. I told him about the girl, what we did and then what I did on the towel. He asked where the towel was and I leaned over to check the rack, but it was gone.

“I guess he must have done laundry.”

Next thing I knew, Carl walks in from the shower, with THAT towel and walks on by. Joe and I look at each other and are about to die laughing. For some reason, and this is the god’s honest truth, Carl is drying off and says, “Nothing like a clean shower.”

Chris leans over and says, “Yeah, extra conditioner for you.”

To this day, I swear nearly every person, but Carl, knows about that story.

Since then I’ve roomed with both Joe and Allen again and they won’t let me anywhere close to their girls or towels.