Oh my god! That's what's been going on at night?!

After switching dorms after my first semester due to my roommate's horrible odor and habit of hitting snooze for 3 hours straight, I was so happy to meet my new roommate.

She was friendly and neat and didn't smell bad. However, after about a week, I met her boyfriend. He would come over EVERY day and the two of them would have sex while I was sleeping. It woke me up quite often, no matter how many times I yelled at them to stop fucking each other while I was in the room. Complaining to the CA did nothing because there just wasn't anywhere else to move either of us and because my roommate didn't think the CA's instructions to respect that it was my space as well mattered.

Moving on.

One day, I go over to her side of the room to hand her a note that was on the door for her and notice a pile of BLOODY pens on her desk. I started to walk away without mentioning it but she felt the need to explain "Oh, my boyfriend likes me to put things up his ass...really hard." Oh my god! That's what's been going on at night?!

To make it worse, a few days later, I come back to my room to find MY telephone antenna covered in, you guessed it, ass blood. When I asked her about it, she admitted that yes, she had shoved MY phone up her boyfriend's ass. When I demanded that she clean it, she refused because it wasn't her phone. So then why the hell was she shoving it up her boyfriend's ass?! Eventually one of my friends came and threw the phone away for me.

Unfortunately, it got worse. Around that time, the boyfriend decided he was in love with me and broke up with my roommate because of it. At first I was ecstatic because, despite the fact that a guy who wanted my phone up his ass was in love with me, he would no longer be coming over to my dorm room.

Unfortunately, he began stalking me shortly thereafter. He called nonstop, he would wait outside the dorm for me to walk out, he harrassed my friends whenever he saw them.

Sadly, my roommate took this as a sign that I had been plotting to steal her boyfriend all along and started spreading rumours about me all over the dorm. One night, after her boyfriend called me for the millionth time, she starts crying and runs out of the room. About 10 minutes later, I have 3 other girls from the dorm yelling at me, asking how dare I steal my roommate's boyfriend, and telling me what a horrible roommate I am.

For the rest of that semester, half the girls in the dorm thought I had stolen my roommate's boyfriend (despite the fact that I was in a very serious relationship of my own).

As if that wasn't enough, my roommate later on started masturbating at night whenever my boyfriend slept over. Mind you, we weren't doing anything, just sleeping, but we'd wake up to the sounds of her pleasuring herself fairly often. I eventually just stopped staying in my room and practically moved in with my boyfriend for the rest of the semester, and when the next year came, I made damn sure I had a different roommate.

It didn't end there though, anytime I saw this girl on campus for the next 3 years, she would come up to me and spend about 2 minutes trying to make nice, and then eventually go into a rant about how she has a new boyfriend now and if I come anywhere near him, she'll kill me.

Fortunately I haven't seen this girl since leaving college, though if I ever do, I'll be sure to run the other way immediately.