Drunk Love

Chapter 2: The Day After

It was weird; we woke up the next morning beside each other and it had just now hit me that I had drunk sex with a girl I hardly knew. I hadn't ever done something like that, and now after realizing I had grown attracted to this girl in this one night, I started to feel bad. I didn't know if she felt the same way as I did about it all, but I decided to not let it get the best of me.

I invited her to go out and eat breakfast with me at the local coffee shop, and she happily accepted the offer. After talking over warm bagels and coffee, I couldn't help but grow more attracted to her. Her strawberry-blonde hair and her beautiful blue eyes did nothing but draw me in even more. Her smile continued to light up every room that she entered.

After breakfast, we decided to part ways. We exchanged numbers the night before, so I was hoping to see her again soon, but I did not want to get my hopes up too soon.

As I entered my apartment and belly-flopped onto my bed, something had struck me; I had forgotten her name. I thought I had entered it into my phone, but as I double-checked my contacts list, the only thing set for her number was "cute girl I met at the bar", fancy, right? The only reason I allowed myself to not stress about forgetting her name, was the fact that we were both drunk, and maybe she had forgotten mine, too? However, I strongly doubted that.

I checked my phone not long after stressing out about the situation when I got an alert; I had work in 15 minutes, and it took me at least 10 minutes to get there. "Shit!" I yelled out at myself, realizing I had almost no time to throw on my work clothes and freshen up before leaving. Since I worked at my local Starbucks, I had to make sure I didn't look like a bum going into work any day, and to try my best not to be late, ever (the company is very strict.)

I rushed out the door as I threw my hat on over my messily put-together ponytail and ran to my car. For the first time in my 3 years of working there, I was going to be late and I could do nothing about it but drive as fast (and safely) as possible, without getting pulled over.

I arrived at work right on the dot. Somehow, "the gods" were in my favor today. As I threw my seatbelt off and leapt out of my car, I smiled to myself. I made it on time. There were no issues. I was going to be okay.

And it was just as I had thought it would be; okay. I had one of the greatest work days in what seemed like forever, and even the customers didn't seem to have much to bitch about like they usually did. It was an all-around great day, and it was made even better when I was driving home and noticed my phone light-up; "One new message from: cute girl at bar." I couldn't help but to shake my head and smile at how idiotic that sounded. Cute girl at bar? Really? I know I could have come up with something 100% better, but I decided to leave it for the time-being.

I got home from work and the first thing I did was grab my phone to read the message that "cute girl at bar" had texted me. I opened up the text and it read, "Hey Ash! I had a great time with you today, how about we do it again sometime soon?" To say that I had jumped up off of my bed and screamed for joy would be a mere understatement, but for now, let's call it that.

The worst part about the text is the way that she addressed me. The first sentence said "Hey Ash!" meaning she remembered the name I blurted out at some point during the night. I felt bad, still having no clue whatsoever of what her name was, I decided to sit down and think to myself... "Jamie? Amy? Becca? Lily?" I said out loud as I tried to figure it out. This question would surely be the death of me, I figured. 

I laid back down on my bed after a long shift at work and couldn't help but dream of her. There were replays of the night before in my head, and as hard as I tried to push them out, I couldn't. I get it, we were both horny, drunk, young girls at a bar who casually hooked up, but I had a different feeling in my stomach about this girl. She was different.

As I continued day-dreaming, I had forgotten to do one thing; text "cute girl" back. I took my phone in my hand once again and re-read the message. She wanted to meet up with me again, she had a good time with me, and she may actually be attracted to me as I am to her. I had butterflies in my stomach as I typed out, "I would love too! When and where?"  

I waited what for what seemed like years for a text back, but had no issue because I was telling my small group of friends all about last night and this morning. Although all of their jaws were dropped and eyes seeming to bulge out of their sockets, I sat there smiling. Arty began slow-clapping for me as I began to laugh at him and everyone else seemed to be in shock from this news still.

After the rest of the group picked their jaws up off of the floor, we all went out for pizza at the local shop. I got the usual sweet-tea and pineapple pizza, and everyone else got cheese except for Arty. Arty was my best friend, and he was the only one I could rely on for the past 5 years of our friendship. We had very similar views and opinions, likes and dislikes. The biggest similarity to me and Arty was that we were both very, very homosexual. Arty has been with his boyfriend Ben for 2 years next month, and he is the happiest when he is with him. Arty is the greatest guy you could ever meet, and I'm glad he has someone just as great as he is.

Jess and Amber are the only other people in our group, and they're both incredibly hilarious and both know how to show anyone a good time. They have been dating for the past 3 years, and we have just recently realized that no one in our group is straight.

It was the funniest thing ever. We were playing a game at me and Arty's apartment and we were all asking each-others types. Jess' type was obviously everything that Amber had to offer her, and it was close to the same for Amber's. One of the only things different about their answers was the question; "boobs or butts?" Arty said. Jess is all about butts, while Amber is for boobs. Arty is definitely butts, and mine is in agreement to Jess' answer. That was definitely one of the greatest nights I have had in a while, and it was only just last Friday night.

Arty and I left to go back to the apartment soon after we got done eating dinner. We both had busy days at work the next day and since Arty had early shifts at Macy's, we always had to watch our time during our nights out. It was quite enjoyable living with my best friend, and it was even better that we both had very good, stable jobs to rely on for rent, food, clothes, and nights out a few times every month.

I walked inside our apartment and didn't do anything before plopping straight down onto my bed. I was exhausted, and I hadn't even done much other than working and eating. But regardless of what I do each day, I always seem to be extremely tired at the end of each day.

I grabbed my phone off of my night-stand to check my notifications before getting ready to sleep. As I had not expected, "cute girl" messaged me. "This Tuesday night? Karaoke?" the message read. I had never done karaoke before, so I was extremely nervous, however, I said yes in a heart-beat.

I set my phone backdown onto my night-stand and laid down, threw my arms behind my head, and smiled. Maybe going to the bar last weekend was a good thing after-all. Maybe soon I will have myself a "cute girl-friend" to call my own. That would make me more than happy, and I couldn't help but smile more when I thought that. My eyes began to slowly drift close as I rolled over on my side, where I would soon be fast asleep. It had only been 3 days, but I was happier than I had been in a very long time.