Where did he pee?

Waking up to the sound of water streaming in my bedroom is not normal. That’s why, when I heard it, I sat up immediately. There, standing in the corner of my bedroom, was a man I’d been seeing for a couple weeks. We weren’t anything too serious, but he did spend a few nights.

“What are you doing?” I said sleepily.

I crawled up on my bed to see what was going on and I was horrified.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”



He was peeing. Peeing in my corner. Peeing on my carpet. Peeing on my pillow. Peeing on my desk. Peeing on my chair. He happened to stumble upon the messiest spot of my room, so that his pee managed to hit all of these things as gravity pulled it down.

He’d obviously had too much to drink, but ladies, it was a WEDNESDAY.
I yelled at him to go to the restroom and I started busting out cleansers, yelling “you’re cleaning this up!”

I walk into the bathroom, and low and behold, he missed the toilet. There’s pee on the seat, pee on the floor, and, pee all over my white cloth shower curtain.

I just about lost it – this is NOT what I signed up for, nor is it something I want. This man had been trying to get me to commit to him since our first kiss, and he thought that this was going to help?

Our whole little dating spout was too much, too quick. It was already getting overwhelming with his pressure for me to commit after a mere two weeks and this incident just threw me (understandably) over the edge.

That was the last night we ever slept next to one another. He’s now a friend, but just that. I deserve more than to get my stuff peed on… oh yah, and then he started yelling at me after he peed all over my stuff that night. Makes sense, right? Not.

I knew the dating scene was rough, I just didn’t think it was this dirty.

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