Met you on the quad

My friend and I were playing around and he gave me a key to a room at Duke, and I don't remember why, but I ended up spending the night there. I woke up, and the people who lived in the room came in. They were surprised to find me there but they didn't mind. Then, either they were helping me move my stuff or I was helping them; either way, we started to move some objects out of the room. I couldn't carry all the stuff I was trying to move, and it was frankly sort of embarassing. Dropping stuff everywhere. I remember distinctly having a lot of trouble with two orange tubes of lip balm.

On one of these back and forth trips we walk past a group of guys - kind of fratty, not my type, no one I actually know in real life - who are talking about a pickup trick: accidentally touch a girl somewhere (shoulder, knee) and apologize, see how she reacts. Anyway, so this one guy tries to pull this on me, and I tell him: oh hey, can you get off, you're accidentally touching me and it's kind of annoying. He laughs, I've bruised his ego a little, but nothing he can't recover from. I'm not sure what he says next, but he gets me to laugh. And after that, we flirt a little, poke fun at each other, and next thing I know he's put his arm around me and he's asking for my name, which I tell him, and he tells me his (no recollection of what it was). So we're taking this stroll along some path on the quad, and then we pause to cross some street. He pulls out a cell phone and he's texted someone about me, and she's calling him. I can hear her say something like "well is she cute or something" and then he replies and hangs up. I ask him if that was a friend or something and he gets this sheepish look on his face. He then proceeds to tell me that him and his ex-girlfriend are still sort of seeing each other, and that he apologizes but isn't in a position where he can really pursue our connection any further. He says he can't even give me his number. Disappointed, but not terribly, I tell him no worries, I get it, I've been there. Why do we get so hung up on these quasi commitments? So I brush it off and tell him to say hi next time we see each other, no hard feelings, and I walk away, feeling pretty hot and confident about the whole event in general.

Next event I remember is that I accidentally end up at some reunion event that a girl I know from school is putting together. Problem is, I'm not part of the reunion. Trapped, however, I find out they are short-staffed so I find a spot behind a table where we're distributing donuts and pastries to guests. At one point, I'm putting a donut on a paper plate and a man who's reaching for one has long blonde hairs shedding from his sweatshirt. I begin to point this out to him. He gets offended, and grabs the donut right from under me, gripping it with excessive force and essentially squashing it.