Dear Drunken Knocking Girl,
I felt a real connection as you knocked on my door for forty minutes last night, jiggling the handle. I called out “Who is it?” when I relized you weren’t going to leave anytime soon. How could I not feel comforted by the “It’s me” I heard in response. Of course, I still didn’t know who you were, so I asked, “Who’s me?”. You creatively responded, “It’s a surprise!” Yes, a surprise visitor at 3:30 in the morning.
All that you left behind after we called Campus Safety, was a giant wet spot on the floor and a pair of sweat pants and underwear in the bathroom. I may never know who you are, Drunken Knocking Girl, or just what Campus Safety saw when they ushered you back to wherever you came from, but I won’t soon forget our experience together. Next time I hope you have more luck finding your way back to your room.