Not the first time, surely wasn't the last.
I was waiting for my friend Eli one Saturday night outside of his dorm. I was a bit tipsy (it was college, what do you want me to say?!) and I was sent over to the guys dorm to retrieve my friend's bottle of Smirnoff she had paid someone to buy her earlier that day.
A guy named Michael walked up to me and sat on the chewing gum covered bench beside me. He was a real sweetheart, total hottie and had some serious muscle-age.
He was a biology major just like myself and we had a few classes, so we had talked a bit throughout the year about our lives.
He had a girlfriend back home, and from what he had said in the past about her, she wasn't very good to him. Cheating, lying, the whole shebang.
We had been small-talking the entire time, talking about the paper that we were supposed to write, the weather, that bozo over there who needed to pull his pants up off of his rear, you know, the usual.
Finally, I slurred out loud "so whennare you gonna dump that girl who treats you like sssshitt?"
He got really quiet, and looked down.
After a few moments, he looked up and said "uh, well, she died..."
DOUBLE TRIPLE SHIT.
He continues, saying "yeah, over Fall break, I went home and we were all playing a prank on someone. During it, she had a heart attack and died. No one, not even her parents, knew she had a heart condition..."
I just stammered for a minute or two, thinking "is this guy for real? Is this a line or is he serious?!"
I apologized profusely, probably way more than I should have.
I saw him a few more times that semester, but the last I heard he moved out to Colorado to climb trees or something from an Old Spice commercial.
I wish I could say "lesson learned..." but I still put my foot in my mouth all the time.