The RA in my co-ed dorm at CMU in 1988 was a nincompoop, and she pulled me out of bed one night to go on a date because she wasn’t sure of the guy. I was a freshman.
Interestingly, despite watching the Unbearable Lightness of Being (ugh) in my glasses and pajamas sitting between the two of them sleepy as hell because of my schedule, the ticket taker turned out to be the guy I would eventually marry (even if he didn’t notice me looking super sloppy in glasses and flannels).
I would never advise my daughters to rely on an RA.