One Saturday night during my freshman year in college, I was out clubbing until very late. It was 1 or 2 AM, and when I came back, a lot of people on my hall were still awake, drinking and going room-to-room.
When I walked into my room, I got a surprise. There was a girl from down the hall I didn’t know very well. I don’t even remember her name now, but I do remember she was a busty redhead. She was also drunk as a skunk, lying in MY BED, and when I came in, the first words out of her mouth were, “Please f*** me.”
On the one hand, I was stone cold sober and didn’t know this girl very well. On the other hand, there was a girl IN MY BED that I would have liked to have had sex with, ASKING ME to have sex with her.
I paused for a moment. She said, “f*** me” again, and… the moral core hammered into me through many years of Baptist church services held. I sighed, and I went down the hall to ask the other guys why this drunk girl was in my bed.
Did I do the right thing? I’m pretty sure I did, bu…
