Daily Dose of Awkwardness

This is college. I am in a particularly large college, where they told us that it's a good possiblility that is you sleep with someone at a frat party on Saturday night, there is absolutely no chance in hell you will see them on Monday walking around. 

This is a lie. Because I promise you, if you have sex with a random ass frat guy, you dirty little slut, he WILL be in one of your lecture classes, and you will see him from across the room, and he will see you, and you will see him whisper to his friend, and that friend will point at you. And it will be awkward.

Especially if said hook-up went down during your crazy fall quarter. Especially if on this night, you were supposed to go to an "Anything for an A" themed party, and dressed for the occasion. Then, the party got rolled by the cops, so you had to haul your checkered skirt donning ass to another party—a Pirate party. And you went in and hooked up with a Pirate. And in order to bed him, you had this brilliant line. You asked "How many girls have you slept with?" and He replied "Nine." and you, you sexy little minx, you replied "Can I be your number ten?"

Because your a sinning slut and god hates you, this particular guy WILL show up in your lecture hall a quarter later. And its awkward.