This story was submitted by my friend "Leah" via e-mail. Children under 13, go ask your parents if you're old enough to read this blog.
Leah was new in town, first year at a new college. She knew one other person, her roommate, who had been attending the university for a year already. Before the semester started, there were tons of "getting to know you" parties hosted by the various fraternities, sororities, and clubs on campus. Leah decided to tag along and hopefully meet some new classmates.
And so, Leah dressed her best that Friday night, not sure what to expect. She and her roommate, Ashley, walked to a large house a few minutes off campus to meet up with some of Ashley's friends. The house was CRAZY. Men and women running everywhere in various states of intoxication, men were screaming "Shirtless o'clock" and removing their shirts left and right. It was in this environment where Leah caught the eye of a blond viking-like gentleman reclining against a pole in the basement. The two chatted for a while before Ashley reclaimed Leah and introduced her to another man who lived in the house, known as the pirate. Leah and the pirate seemed to have everything in common, they even made plans to hang out the following week. With a few hours left to the party, the pirate needed to circulate around his guests. Leah returned to the viking, but the pirate popped by once in a while for a hug or a smile.
Leah described the next few days as inconsequential. She hardly paid attention the first week of classes, getting ready for Friday night's party. Eventually the day came, and Leah practically ran to the big white house on the corner. To her surprise, the pirate remembered her and greeted her with a kiss. A kiss! Things were going well, but he was busy. She mingled, minded her own business, kissed him in the corners and the shadows, and waited until he was ready to retire for the evening. They went upstairs... and I'll let you imagine what happened there.
Meanwhile, as Leah and her pirate were retreating, she quickly discovered the upstairs bedroom was not as private as they should have wished. Up the stairs was a loft apartment, no door, no wall, just a bed in the corner and a private bathroom. But surely no one would come up there... right?
Leah was correct in her assumption that no one would wander in on the couple in the dark. She was wrong in trusting the pirate's roommates to let him get away unnoticed. The pair was mischievous, and not only turned on some of the most random music from the party radio in the basement, but planned something even more embarrassing. Leah and the pirate were in the middle of their third position when all of a sudden there was an explosion of light and sulfur from the stairwell! The roommates had set off a firework and lobbed it like a grenade.
At least their tryst was memorable!
Leah shortly thereafter found out she had a few nicknames around campus. The "Sexy Librarian" and the "Fireworks girl" luckily weren't synonymous, and most people didn't connect them with her.
Personally, I think there's plenty of worse nicknames than the "Sexy Librarian." Leah is lucky the roommates didn't have any C4 instead of some bottle rockets. Those shenanigans can get dangerous.
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