I was introduced to gold schlogger at a frat house in Seattle and because I hadn’t yet learned my limits with alcohol and the cool thing was to just drink a lot, I knocked back a number of shots, grabbed my beer cup (refilled as necessary) and soon found myself hugging a toilet on the floor of the community frat house bathroom.
There is so much about this that makes me cringe now. The amount of alcohol consumed. That I somehow managed to find myself alone on a bathroom floor when my friends typically never left my side at parties. The *gag* BOYS COMMUNITY BATHROOM TOILET! Ewwww! And the fact that I was too inebriated (and sick) to care about ANY of that.
I remember this guy walking in and shouting out to his brothers, “Dude! There’s a chick in here!” Perhaps some muffled laughing. He walked over to me and put his hand on my shoulder, “hey are you okay?” To which I slurred something like, “just go away I’m fiiiine!!!”
Because clearly.
And then he was all, “Come on we need to get you out of here…who are you here with?”
And I was all, “Hey where’s my friennnnds?”
And he was all, “Just come with me, this is gross and you have to stand up. You’re not going to sleep in here all night.”
And I was all, “But I’m comferrtable…”
Because clearly.
And he pulled me to my feet. He practically carried me down the hall…he opened the bedroom door…he walked me over to a bed…
and he turned to all of my friends and said, “she needs to get some sleep you guys…she’s pretty sick…”
It never crossed my mind that I might be in danger of anything more than a horrid hangover back then. I naively believed nothing could happen to me as long as my friends were in the building.
I was just having fun.
But I wish I could find that guy now, and thank him for not raping me. Such a polite young man!!
I don’t drink gold schlogger at frat houses anymore.
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