Most people that know me well know that I like to play. Sometimes though, my playing catches up with me. I often like to describe myself as a man in a woman's body. That mainly pertains to my school of thought on relationships. Being that I don't generally like them. As much as I say I want a boyfriend, when the opportunity arrives I run for the hills. On the occasional hook up, I'm usually the one to sneak out in the morning with nothing but a curt note and a vague recollection of the night before. However, I'm pretty sure my flavor of the night doesn't mind at all that he doesn't have to deal with "that girl" he took home.
As much fun as I have, it sometimes catches up with me in the most unexpected places. Take Friday night for example. The crew and I hit up our local Pub n' Grub for some drinks. I hadn't planned on staying out late or drinking too much since I had a client very early the next morning. Four pitchers and a few rounds of rummy later I was pretty drunk. I ordered food because it seemed like a good idea at the time. As I was eating my fries a boy I didn't know who was friends with one of mine showed up and plopped himself right next to me. I paid no attention until I saw him reach for and take some of my fries. I drunkenly chastised him for taking a strangers fries citing rudeness, so he introduced himself to me and we shook hands. The second he said his name, I knew I'd slept with him before. I hadn't even really looked at his face, just the name and the touch of his hand sent through the faded memory. I immediately told Kendra what I was pretty sure had happened. Of course she asked when and I told her the story.
It had been a few years ago when after a night of drinking at a bar then a friends house, Kendra, another friend and I decided it was a good idea to go to one of his friends' houses. We got there and I immediately noticed one of the roommates took a liking to me. At the time I had real long hair and he wanted to play with it. Weird, I know. As the morning went on (yes, I said morning, it was like 6 am), I was peer pressured to do a couple of beer bongs. As if I wasn't already shit housed enough. Eventually, on my way out of the bathroom, said roommate cornered me and kissed me. Well, without any of the details, we "hooked up".
Fast forward to a few nights ago where I run into him and Kendra and I laughed our asses off at the hilarity that is my life. At least it wasn't as bad as when I ran into one of my flavors in San Diego. I mean, when you start seeing them in another state, that's when you know you're in trouble. Now this isn't to say that I'm a turbo slut and hump anything with a penis, nor is it to say that I'm virginal. I'd like to say that I like to enjoy everything that life has to offer and have fun...and sometimes its just plain funny.
