Name: Samantha

Age: 19

One night I got ready to go to a party at my boyfriend’s
fraternity house.  I am good friends with most of his brothers (actually
my best friend is his fraternity brother).

That night I got really drunk and sat in my friend’s room and talked
for hours (you know that talking you do when you’re so hammered that
you either talk or sleep).

Well my boyfriend called me to ask if I wanted to leave
but I told him I would get someone else to walk back with me.

I ended up staying in my friend’s room that night.  When I woke up the
next morning I was in his clothes and in his bed.

I remember that we didn’t have sex but when you walk out of Frat
house the morning after with smudged makeup, and bed head it doesn’t
look too good.

From then forward I have been asked what happened that night and to
this day I have been unable to make anyone believe that we didn’t do
anything.

Nice walk of shame…damn

Dear Samantha, were you the one who coined the phrase “Its not what it looks like I swear”?