u/NotFairTuFlair

I used to have a girlfriend in 2012, let's call her Doris for the purposes of this story. She would often times leave articles of clothing at my house and I lived in a "frattish" house with 4 other bro dudes. When we broke up these said articles of clothing would circulate through the laundry and nobody ever knew what to do with them so I think they just went back into the laundry like 10 thousand times. Cleanest pairs of panties on earth. Eventually I moved out of this house and went into an apartment with one other bro dudes and by this time I had another girlfriend (for around 8 months if I remember right.) Let's call her Caitlyn.

At this time in my life I was a monster pot head. Like wake and bake, you know the type. I was doing laundry one day and these pink panties were mixed in with my laundry. They were Doris's. I didn't even think anything of it because I'd seen them a million times. So I tossed them on my dresser but they slid to the other side of the dresser and went behind it. I didn't care and just played Overwatch or whatever I was doing at the time. Smash cut to 3 months later. Caitlyn had gotten me a new lamp and all the plugs on my surge protector were taken. I knew there was an outlet behind my dresser so we pulled my dresser away from the wall and a pair of bright pink panties are laying there staring at us. I don't think anything about it because, again, I'd seen these more times than I could even count. Then I hear "what the fuck are these?" I had just done a dab for the first time like 30 minutes before she came over and wasn't expecting it to hit that hard so when she came at me with this aggressive energy I was too high to even defend myself. I think I said "Wait. No. That's not a thing." She asked me whose those were and I said "No, those are Doris's." She replied with "So you're fucking Doris again?" At this point she is working herself up into a really angry and aggressive attitude and I am not ready to deal with any of this because my brain is exploded. I told her that they were Doris's but from a long time ago. She asks why I kept them and I tried to explain the frat house circulation but it just sounded kind of dumb and made up, especially because it looked exactly like I had intentionally hid these panties behind my dresser.

At this point I tell her that I can explain all of it but she needs to give me like 10 minutes, which also doesn't sound good. But everyone calmed down and after a bit I explained the whole thing, I let her go through my phone, let her know there wasn't anything going on. We had a good night. Two days later I get a text from Doris and it says "why is this girl asking me about my underwear?" So apparently when Caitlyn went through my phone she got Doris's number (yes, I still had it in my phone. Again, I'm just lazy and dumb) and texted her a picture of the panties and asked if they were hers and when she lost them. At this point I am stunned at this stupid situation I got myself in. I call Doris, who I have not talked to in years, I explain the situation and explain that I didn't keep her panties on purpose, they just kind of stuck around. She said something like it's ok that sounds exactly like you. Doris texts Caitlyn and smooths everything over but apparently never mentions that we talked. Caitlyn comes over that night and apologizes. I say it's not a big deal and honestly it was my fault. I go to the bathroom and when I come out Caitlyn has my phone and says "Why the fuck did you call Doris today? How am I supposed to believe anything you say?" At this point while I'm sympathetic to her perspective, I am just over this whole situation. I grab my phone, call Doris on speaker phone and we all hash it out.

Caitlyn and I broke up maybe a year or so after that. Not for anything she did really, just didn't work out. But that's how I got accused of cheating because I was a huge lazy pot smoking moron with bad communication skills.

I used to have a girlfriend in 2012, let's call her Doris for the purposes of this story. She would often times leave articles of clothing at my house and I lived in a "frattish" house with 4 other bro dudes. When we broke up these said articles of clothing would circulate through the laundry and nobody ever knew what to do with them so I think they just went back into the laundry like 10 thousand times. Cleanest pairs of panties on earth. Eventually I moved out of this house and went into an apartment with one other bro dudes and by this time I had another girlfriend (for around 8 months if I remember right.) Let's call her Caitlyn.

At this time in my life I was a monster pot head. Like wake and bake, you know the type. I was doing laundry one day and these pink panties were mixed in with my laundry. They were Doris's. I didn't even think anything of it because I'd seen them a million times. So I tossed them on my dresser but they slid to the other side of the dresser and went behind it. I didn't care and just played Overwatch or whatever I was doing at the time. Smash cut to 3 months later. Caitlyn had gotten me a new lamp and all the plugs on my surge protector were taken. I knew there was an outlet behind my dresser so we pulled my dresser away from the wall and a pair of bright pink panties are laying there staring at us. I don't think anything about it because, again, I'd seen these more times than I could even count. Then I hear "what the fuck are these?" I had just done a dab for the first time like 30 minutes before she came over and wasn't expecting it to hit that hard so when she came at me with this aggressive energy I was too high to even defend myself. I think I said "Wait. No. That's not a thing." She asked me whose those were and I said "No, those are Doris's." She replied with "So you're fucking Doris again?" At this point she is working herself up into a really angry and aggressive attitude and I am not ready to deal with any of this because my brain is exploded. I told her that they were Doris's but from a long time ago. She asks why I kept them and I tried to explain the frat house circulation but it just sounded kind of dumb and made up.

At this point I tell her that I can explain all of it because she needs to give me like 10 minutes, which also doesn't sound good. But everyone calmed down and after a bit I explained the whole thing, I let her go through my phone, let her know there wasn't anything going on. We had a good night. Two days later I get a text from Doris and it says "why is this girl asking me about my underwear?" So apparently when Caitlyn went through my phone she got Doris's number (yes, I still had it in my phone. Again, I'm just lazy and dumb) and texted her a picture of the panties and asked if they were hers and when she lost them. At this point I am stunned at this stupid situation I got myself in. I call Doris, who I have not talked to in years, I explain the situation and explain that I didn't keep her panties on purpose, they just kind of stuck around. She said something like it's ok that sounds exactly like you. Doris texts Caitlyn and smooths everything over but apparently never mentions that we talked. Caitlyn comes over that night and apologizes. I say it's not a big deal and honestly it was my fault. I go to the bathroom and when I come out Caitlyn has my phone and says "Why the fuck did you call Doris today? How am I supposed to believe anything you say?" At this point while I'm sympathetic to her perspective, I am just over this whole situation. I grab my phone, call Doris on speaker phone and we all hash it out.

Caitlyn and I broke up maybe a year or so after that. Not for anything she did really, just didn't work out. But that's how I got accused of cheating because I was a huge lazy pot smoking moron with bad communication skills.