Vomitron
April 7th, 2010
We met at a bar, and after a few hours, he came home with me. We started to make out, and he called me “Melissa”–not even close. Then he stands up, runs to the bathroom but doesn’t make it, projectile vomiting all over the hallway and into my roommates’ closet and shoes (with my orthodics in them). When I go to clean it up, he tried to undress me, and I pushed him away (the smell of vomit is not really a turn-on). So he then passes out in my bed, wakes up after he has peed all over my sheets, and sneaks out. Luckily, he left his cell phone by accident, which I used to call his friends tell them what he’d done.
