I don't even look at it as cheating...I just view it as her true potential coming out. But it was a huge L at my expense.

I was dating this chick my sophmore year. She was one of those chicks that come to college good girls; had grew up in church, was focused on her books, didn't party or drink, and seemed like a nice, wholesome girl.
I, at the time, drank, smoke, and went to class sporadically to say the least. We both worked as Residence assistants in the dorm I lived in, talked for awhile, and I quit messing with other chicks after I had been with her for a minute.
As it usually goes, once we were an "item" the shyt I used to do: hanging out with friends, getting wasted, going to parties, etc. started to be an issue for her, so my simple suggestion was that she get a life outside of me and start acting like a college student. We had got in a huge fight over me going to a house party one night, so in response, she made plans to go to an Alpha party with some of her homegirls (a fukking Alpha party....smh) and at said party gets blackout drunk and ends up being in a good ol'-fashioned choo choo with a bunch of the cats in the frat.

I had a homeboy that was an Alpha, so I get a text like "yo, hit me when you get this", so I call the nicca and he's like "yo, your girl over here loose, my dog...you should get over here." Me still being pissed over the earlier argument that day was like fukk that, so I just stayed at the party I was at. The next day, another one of my homeboys sent me a text like "you need to talk to your girl, dog" so I call him and end up getting the story of what happened.

So I call her to find out if what I heard happened, actually happened, and not only did the broad confirm it, she tried to blame it on me, saying "well, if you wouldn't have went out with your friends and would have spent time with me, it wouldn't have happened."