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Coming Clean

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My sophomore year in college I roomed with a Crazy Cajun named Michelle. A dark, swarthy, greasy-haired bobblehead, she drawled, blowjobbed and shit-talked like no one I’d ever met. She hated my innards. I don’t know if it were because I transferred mid-year and ruined her solo dorm vibe, or if she thought I were too naive and fresh about the ears. But she’da killed me in my sleep if she thought she’d get away with it. Her friends, a gaggle of Amazons who despised me for being too girly, regularly stole my clothes and made fun of my crimper iron. Rumor had it, one of the Amazons, ironically named “Katie,” beat chicks up in high school, and after evaluating her pecs and mannish face, I knew it must be true. So most days, I sought refuge on another dorm floor and avoided the Crazy Cajun and her Amazon Gaggle at all costs.

 

But there was this one time…

 

I suppose I was feeling gutsy. Also, I was late to “JigglesFest,” the Woodstockish booze picnic held each spring on my campus, and when I realized all my underwear was dirty, I did what any dumb coed would do: I stole a pair of my roommate’s skivs. Now the thing was, this pair of underwear was the last in her drawer. Navy blue, nylon, hefty and ripped, I could see what it lay there alone. But I was desperate. I needed some underwear and I needed it fast. So I took it and scrambled to the showers.

 

I hung the large garbage-sack butt saggers on the robe hook outside one of the showers and scrubbed away. All was peaceful and sudsy…until I heard a bellow barrel down the dorm hall.

 

“DEEEEEEBBBBBBBIIIIEEEEEEEE!”

 

This didn’t sound promising.

 

She bansheed all the way down the hall to the shower room where I stood naked and alone. With her underwear.

 

“DEBBBBIIIIIIEEEEEE! Did you take my underwear????!”

 

I couldn’t hide it. I mean, it hung right outside the shower, prominently waving in the wind like an enormous blue flag. Still, I ignored her screams. That’s right, I pretended I wasn’t there.

 

She tapped her Cajun feet but inches from me, continuing to shout my name and accuse me of underwear theft.

 

Still, I didn’t answer.

 

Many more minutes and voluminous threats later, she took off. Why she didn’t take the underwear back or rip the shower curtain aside and throw Katie in there to rip my boobs off, I’ll never know.

 

I stayed in that shower for a good hour, scared to crap of emerging into the Amazon Gaggle Posse of Death. Then, I slunk out of the bathroom, towel on my head, huge underwear on my butt, and scrammed to a friend’s room to borrow some clothes and a new identity.

 

When I returned finally to our shared down for a toothbrush or some such, she confronted me, dragged me outside into the hall and made me publicly admit that I’d stolen — and worn — her underwear. Even then, I maintained that the underwear were mine. That I wore a size majillion too, that I had a navy blue pair, that it were ripped in the exact same place.

 

I don’t know what came over me. She terrified every last inch of my being and I thought if I pretended to be a clueless lying idiot, she’d show mercy.

 

Not to be, not to be. We didn’t talk after that, but when I moved out for the summer, I saw that all of my clothes were gone from the closet except for a pink sweatshirt and a pair of ripped navy blue underwear.

 

I’m just glad Katie never found me and I got to keep my boobs.

 

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  1. Da Goddess says

    September 2, 2009 at 1:24 pm

    I’m glad you got to keep your boobs, too. And I’m pretty sure the Rock is REALLY glad you got to keep them.

    Makes you wonder, doesn’t it, what kind of people the Crazy Cajun and the Amazons turned out to be. I mean, do you think they have children now who are being bullied and for a moment, every now and again, they think back to what they did to you and regret it with every fiber of their being?

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  2. Blognut says

    September 2, 2009 at 1:51 pm

    Why didn’t you just go without? It’s not so bad, really.

    Not that I’d know.

    Yeah, okay, I might know. But I have underwear on right now.

    Yes, I do!

    Why do you have to be so difficult?

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  3. Diane says

    September 2, 2009 at 4:13 pm

    OK, so you know Blognut and I share a brain, right? But all I kept thinking was, “Commando, Deb! Commando!” She sounds scary-scary. Hope you had better roomies after that!

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  4. g says

    September 2, 2009 at 7:33 pm

    why didn’t you go commando-style?

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  5. Jennifer says

    September 2, 2009 at 8:23 pm

    Underware is good. I’m glad you survived.

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  6. San Diego Momma says

    September 2, 2009 at 8:26 pm

    Dear Bare Butt Floozies:

    I’m not a commando kinda gal, yo.

    I even steal my husband’s underwear when I run out because I don’t like to bare my nethers to the elements.

    Love,
    The Chaste One

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  7. Mama Mary says

    September 2, 2009 at 10:19 pm

    Size majillion–that has me cracking up!!! Love this story. Makes me appreciate my college roomie who was short and sweet and wore cute underwear.

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  8. stoneskin says

    September 3, 2009 at 12:00 am

    I’ll bet the Rock now keeps his undies under lock and key.

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  9. Green Girl in Wisconsin says

    September 3, 2009 at 7:00 am

    Whoa. I’m even afraid of her and I didn’t go to your college.
    The urge to go to a party is a strong force indeed.

    Reply
  10. Cheri @ Blog This Mom! says

    September 4, 2009 at 2:20 pm

    After an hour in the shower you must have been too shriveled for her to bother de-boobing, which is good because you have nice boobs.

    Reply
  11. Cactus Petunia says

    September 5, 2009 at 10:03 am

    DEEEEEEBBBBIIIIEEEEE!

    I think she was afraid of you, yo.

    Reply
  12. Heather says

    September 7, 2009 at 4:13 pm

    I can honestly say I have never run out of clean underwear. What does that say about me? To be fair, I have a lot of underwear.

    Reply
  13. Crystal says

    September 9, 2009 at 10:45 pm

    Holy poo SDM – that was funny!! And what is up with girls named Katie being total beyotches? I had to deal with TWO of them in school, and they both had the same last name, so we had to refer to them by their first name and middle initial – one of them was actually nicer than the other.

    Sorry I haven’t been around in awhile – life’s been freaking ridiculous busy ’round here.

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  14. Sugar Jones says

    September 11, 2009 at 10:05 am

    Tell me this isn’t a true story! WOW! What a scary ass roommie!

    Me? I’da just gone commando. ;)

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  15. bejewell says

    September 13, 2009 at 1:11 pm

    I can’t tell you how many times the BFF has recited this mantra to me: “When in doubt, DENY DENY DENY.”

    You done good.

    Reply

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