When I woke up this morning, I felt like I had just gone through a warzone. My head was pounding, my body ached, and I couldn’t remember a damn thing from the night before.
But then, as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, I realized there was something else in bed with me. And no, it wasn’t my trusty bottle of aspirin.
It was a girl.
A pretty girl, too.
And while most guys would be jumping for joy at the prospect of waking up next to a gorgeous woman, my first thought was, “How the hell did this happen?”
I looked down at myself and saw that my clothes were all rumpled and twisted.
My hair was sticking out in every direction, like a porcupine’s quills.
And the smell…oh, the smell. It was a mix of stale beer, cigarettes, and regret.
The girl stirred beside me and opened her eyes. She smiled and said, “Good morning.”
I tried to smile back, but my face was still stuck in its swollen, sleep-induced state.
“Um, mambo,” I said, my voice scratchy and hoarse.
She sat up and looked at me quizzically.
“Don’t you remember anything from last night?”
I shook my head, hoping it would jog some memories loose.
But all I could think of was a blurry image of Sabina Joy and a lot of shots.
“Well,” she said, “we met at SJ and then went back to your place.”
I looked around the room, trying to piece together the events of the night before. My eyes landed on a half-empty bottle of Napoleon on the nightstand.
“Oh god,” I groaned. “I think I remember that part.”
She laughed and leaned over to kiss me.
“It’s okay,” she said. “Last night was fun.”
I looked at her, then down at myself, and then back at her again.
“Fun for you, maybe. I look like a hot mess.”
She giggled and ran her fingers through my hair. “I think you look handsome.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at her words. handsome?
With my crusty eyes, drool-stained face, and tangled hair? I must have looked like a rejected extra from a zombie movie.
But despite my appearance, the girl seemed to genuinely like me. And as we lay there together, laughing and talking, I realized that maybe waking up with a girl on my bed wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
Even if it did mean sacrificing my dignity and self-respect in the process. And yes, we fucked all day!
Next episode…