“I didn’t know anyone when I moved here. I came from Mexico. I...

“I didn’t know anyone when I moved here.  I came from Mexico.  I was very innocent.  I’d just gotten my first job as a waitress   So I put up an ad on the internet: ‘Looking for serious, clean people to share a cool environment.’  One of my first replies came from an engineering student.  We arranged a meeting, and he showed up like he was interviewing for a job.  Very well dressed.  Very clean.  Very polite.  ‘I’m extremely focused on getting my doctorate right now,’ he said.  ‘You probably won’t even notice me.’  So I selected him.  The first week was fine.  The second week he brought a girl over.  The third week he brought two girls over, and they were in the shower all night.  I was beginning to get annoyed, but I hoped things would get better.  Then the next week I worked a late shift, and arrived home one night to loud music playing.  I thought maybe he had a few friends over.  I went straight to my bedroom and changed into my pajamas.  I wanted a quick snack before bed, so I went to the kitchen, and that’s when I noticed dust all over the counter.  It was arranged into lines.  So naturally I cleaned it up.  That’s when I heard people yelling at me.  I turned around and saw twenty people in the living room.  Nobody was wearing clothes.  It was a big mess of white, pink, black, and brown.  Lots of skin.  Lots of hair.  There was kissing and touching.  Lots of groaning.  I’d never seen anyone naked before.  I went to an all girls Catholic school.  My roommate walked up to me, tried to take my hand, and said: ‘Join us.’  Instead I rushed out the door, down the stairs, and ran through the streets in my pajamas.”
(Barcelona, Spain)