Esprit de l'escalier

Yes, my floor is full of walking hormones. My roommate and I came to this conclusion not too long ago. All but four girls on our floor are freshman, so I guess they sort of have an excuse. But honestly, it gets old after a while.
My roommate was talking with her mom on the phone the other day. Naturally the conversation came to the point where they talk about “the roommate” (which is me). And she starts talking about my weekly ‘misfortunes’, and more times than not, those misfortunes have to do with guys. Just my luck, eh?
She told her mom about my great journey to the guy floors on a mission to find quotes for three different articles. For those of you who aren’t familiar with the story, I needed some quotes for a story concerning a new building on campus and I had to get some quotes from guys because the quotes I already had were all from girls. So I ventured to the guy floors in our hall and naturally I arrived at an awkward time. The doors to the elevator open and there is a guy walking down the hall with nothing but a towel (a very small towel) sagging around his hips. I feel particularly bad for the freshman who came with me, and I can’t even imagine how embarrassed the guy in the unusually small towel was. haha.
But that’s just one incident out of many that she enlightened her mom about, haha. It was right after that episode that I made the grand proclimation to my roommate that my future husband probably doesn’t even go to this school.
Somehow, after she updated her mom on all of my antics for the week, her mom came to the conclusion for all I know, I’ll probably end up with a vaccuum salesman or something. So now, every time my roomate sees a cute guy which she feels the need to point out to me, she says something to the extent of “Hey, that looks like a potential Vaccuum-Boy!” haha…but hey, you never know, right?