Booty calls gone bizarre: these horrifying but hysterical tales prove that anything can happen during a spontaneous late-night hookup.(LOVE AND LUST)

Getting Hot ... and Heavy

"I had just broken up with my long-term boyfriend and decided that fooling around with someone else was the only thing that might make me feel better. I scrolled through my phone list and dialed Mike, this hunky guy I'd dated two years before. When he picked up, I told him flat-out that I wanted to spend the night with him. He lived only 15 minutes away, so he drove right over. But I was not expecting what I saw when I opened the door. Mike had gained a ton of weight, and his chin was oozing with zits. He said, 'Hey Julie, you look amazing,' as he gave me a tight hug. I was like 'Actually, I'm not feeling so well. Sorry, but you've gotta go,' and I pushed him back out the door."--Julie, 31

Passion Poison

"I'd been dancing with this sexy guy at a bar, and before I took off, I gave him my number. Late the next night, he called me and asked if I wanted to come over. Everything started out okay. We were talking and making out on the couch. But then we moved to his bedroom, and that's when things got weird. He opened his bedside drawer where there were about eight different kinds of condoms--flavored, glow-in-the-dark, you name it. In a low, seductive voice, he said, 'Go on--pick your poison.' Then he whispered in my ear, 'I want to touch you like you've never been touched before,' and started to hump my leg! I just burst out laughing, and he got really embarrassed and rushed from the room. As soon as I caught my breath, I let myself out."--Jennie, 25

Teen Scream

"I was out at a club, and I met this amazing guy--25, investment banker, Harvard grad, the whole nine. He took me out for dinner twice the next week, and we had a blast. The following Saturday night, I wanted him so bad that I booty-called him around midnight. He was terrific in bed, and afterward, I started telling him about my ex-boyfriend and all sorts of other personal things. We were up talking till four in the morning. Just as I was about to drift off to sleep, he said, 'Uh, I haven't been completely honest with you. I'm not 25 ... I'm 18. I still live with my parents. I used a fake ID to get into that club. I thought we'd just have fun together, but now I think I'm falling in love with you.' I couldn't believe that he'd been lying after I had slept with him and spilled my guts! I told him to leave and never call me again."--Ueryl, 26

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