19 Regretful People Share The Craziest Thing That Happened After A One Night Stand.


15/19. She told me to get up because she had to babysit her granddaughter. First I thought she was joking.

She was not.


16/19. I was studying abroad for a semester in Brazil and the university had one night a week where their students would take the exchange students out.

Usually it would be a club or bar, and sometimes just drinking on the beach. This night we were at a club, and for some reason I indulged myself a lot more than usual. My first blackout. I woke up the next morning in a strange room, strange bed, with a cute Brazilian girl beside me. She wakes up and I quickly realize she didn't speak any English (this was only a couple weeks in so my Portuguese was nil to none to be honest).

My wallet was missing, my shirt was ripped, she wanted to go another round that morning, then I realized I was in an area of this city that isn't exactly the safest. Had to break out her computer and use Google translate to tell her to call me a cab, and then have her loan me money to get back to my dorm.

Oh, and replacing credit and debit cards overseas is a breeze, let me tell you.

Moral of the story - doesn't matter, had sex.


17/19. Got insanely drunk at a hipster bar and met this cute little pixie chick. We went back to place, double-back-beasted it, and passed out on her bed.

Or what I thought was her bed.

When I awoke the next morning, it became abundantly clear that she had absolutely no furniture in her room. Every "surface" (this includes bed and makeshift desk), was comprised solely of dirty clothes. Literal mountains of them.

It didn't smell TOO bad, considering, but still wasn't pleasant. I sneaked out while she was burrowing deeper into the bed-pile.


18/19. I was having a drink in a bar on a work trip and wound up chatting with this guy for a few hours and he eventually asked if I wanted to go back to his place. I did and he showed me around. Typical suburban house with furniture and a kitchen and blah blah blah.

So, we go to his bedroom and it is decorated entirely out of cheap stuffed animals that you get at the fair. Bears, unicorns, horses, pigs... Everything. He has so many that he built shelves all the way around the walls with the smallest animals on the bottom shelf and the biggest ones on the top. No lie, there were probably 1,000 of them. I had to go outside and smoke a cigarette. Thank God he didn't smoke because I had to collect my thoughts.

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