The OBC booty call commandments say that a booty call should always be gone before the sun – this ain’t no cuddle sesh, after all! Over on VICE, though, some folks are sharing the awkward ways they’ve left a one-night stand, and man are they cringe-worthy. What’s the weirdest way YOU’VE peaced out of a hook up– and did it involve rollerskates?!

“I was 21 and living in a new shared house. I shagged this guy because I was sad and he was fit. What’s a girl to do? It was painfully awkward in the morning because his friend was one of my flatmates, and they just started to hang out. He just wouldn’t leave! So I left. My own house and waited until the coast was clear. “

“It’s 5 AM, and I have to get home, get clean, get to work. His bed is positioned next to his window, and that’s the side I am on, being body blocked by him to get to the door. 

As I was about to jump over him and leave, I heard his housemate get up – and at this point, there was no way I was interacting with anyone. So I clambered out his window and hopped across to their balcony, which had steps to their ‘garden’, hopped the fence and walked off. “

“I ended up sleeping with someone after a night out, and they were really intense and weird afterwards, asking me questions about how many kids I want, talking about their childhood trauma, telling me how refreshing it was to meet someone who wasn’t married. I went to the bathroom on the ground floor. It was right next to the front door, so I just did a runner. “

“The morning after, I woke up to the guy in question stroking my hair, telling me he’d love to be my boyfriend and begging me to go to the local carvery with him. This felt quite intense, and being too hungover to really deal with the situation, I waited for him to fall asleep again and I put my exit plan into action by silently getting dressed, sneaking out of his bedroom window onto the garage roof, shimmying down the drainpipe and dashing over to my friends waiting car “

“I woke up at 6 AM at hers and realised I needed to get out of there ASAP.

I awkwardly muddled together an excuse about meeting friends at a café before the library opened. When I got home, I realised I didn’t have my wallet and that I must have left it at hers. But I had no name, no number, no way to contact her. Panic ensued when I realised I needed to collect my wallet before she looked inside it and noticed I had given her a fake name. 

The only solution in my brain was to put on my rollerblades and skate back over to her house. “