Tiger Striped

I saw her sitting there. Her hair recently dyed. A Tiger Stripe effect, blond and brown.

"You don't remember me do you?"

"No, can't say I do."

"Come on, Rooster. Last year of college, the Chi House."

"Nope. Be more specific. Be real specific. My last year of college was a drunken haze."

"We hooked up at the end."

"Still drawing a blank. Who are you, again."

"No name, 'till you remember that night."

Great, I'll never remember this chick's name. I went to a number of parties at the Chi house. I rarely remember anything involving leaving or getting home. Let alone what happened after that. "Go on."

"We went back to my place. I had three roommates. Shared a bedroom with one..."

"I think that I remember something. Go on."

"We had sex, while my bedroom-mate slept in the bed across the room."

"Vaguely. What is your point here?"

"Well, you missed out."

"On?"

"On the first ten years of your daughter's life"

"MY WHAT!?!?!"