Well, I was a freshman and it was a frat party and I had not gotten the memo that dressing cutely to a party and partaking of some of the beerz meant that I was obviously open for business.

I'm pretty sure that he was just a random douche, that frat was pretty good about not being creepers.

I also threw up on a stalker. BEST time to accidentally mix your alcohols.

Freshman year was quite a learning experience.