Back in college me and this guy were flirting all night when he gestures for me to come back to a room with him. I excitedly follow him back where things start to get hot and heavy (mind you, I’ve had A LOT to drink this night). Anyways… dude goes down on me and I’m having a pretty good time until like a minute in when the spins set in. I feel like I’m falling through the mattress and my stomach is churning. I gotta throw up. So I tell the overly-enthusiastic cunnilingus-er that “I’m not feeling it anymore but thanks” to which he responds “ShHhH… i kNoW wHAt iM DOiNg. YOuRe REaLLy cLosE” …. And as I tried to like … wiggle his face out of my crotch he grabbed my thighs and shoved his face in (really hot move — if I was physically prepared). Next thing out of my mouth is a distressed “hey uhhh… I REALLY don’t feel good if you could let up-“ and this guys just growls. GROWLS. So i’m just kind of sitting perched up like ????. And before I know it I’m throwing up on his head. Lime-green 4 Loko baby. He was so disgusted. Just hit me with a “WHAT THE FUCK?!” And ran out. My friends come racing in and see the crime scene. And it’s just me laying on the bed Winnee the Pooh style (y’know …shirt and no pants) with bright green vomit everywhere. lol I guess. But yeah. Woke up the next day and uhhh I was missing some stuff. Cash was stolen out of my wallet. ID and sunglasses were also gone. Idk. If someone threw up on my head I’d probably collect some valuables as form of reparation as well.