My family had been friends with my boyfriend's family since we were both five. It was no big deal when I stayed the night at his house, but his mom had this rule that we couldn't sleep in the same room together. I had this really bad bladder infection for about a week. I woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, but somehow got totally disoriented in his dark room. I couldn't see my hand right in front of my face; he had pull-down shades that didn't let one ray of moonlight in. I felt my way along the walls trying to find the door for at least ten minutes. I finally found the door and as I was quietly running down the hall, the seal broke loose. I made it to the bathroom with no time to spare. I wasn't about to wear those pants back to bed, though! I decided I would wear a pair of his boxers, and no one would know any better by the morning. So I washed my pants out in the bathroom sink and decided to make a bolt for his room, naked from the waist down. As I ran quickly and swiveled around what I thought was into his bedroom, I found myself crashing down an entire flight of stairs, ripping the banister partially off the wall! His mom had heard the noise and came running. She picked up the wet pair of pants from the top of the stairs; she must have thought they were entirely soaked with pee, not water! She met me at the bottom of the stairs; I had a lot of explaining to do why I was half-naked in the first place! As if that wasn't embarrassing enough, I woke up to my boyfriend laughing hysterically for almost an hour. He laughed through his entire shower and breakfast, just imagining how stupid I must have looked falling down the stairs with no pants on. Luckily, his mom made him patch up the wall as retribution!
— Kristin, 21