Choices and Mistakes

Prologue

               It was one drink. 

             That turned into many drinks. I don't even remember how many drinks I consumed after the sixth one. The thing is, I wasn't depressed, I wasn't upset, or even angry. I just wanted to have fun. I didn't mean for things to escalate. After each sip of alcohol my judgment became poorer and poorer. I fist pumped my way on to the dance floor and my eye fell on a petite girl with short, dark red hair, and a slender body. She was clearly drunk by the way she was moving on the dance floor, right before she toppled over, I quickly caught her. She looked into my eyes, and a lump developed in my throat.

                Then...

                I just kissed her. But that small kiss, turned into a big make-out session. The more I drank and kissed her the more I felt the need to get in her pants. My heart was telling me that I have a beautiful, lovely, caring girlfriend at home who loves me dearly and who I love to death, but my alcohol impaired brain is telling me how hot and attractive this girl is, which is increasing my sex drive even more.

               Sophia, my beautiful girlfriend of seven months. A sexy girl I just met at the club. Sophia, my beautiful girlfriend of seven months. A sexy girl I met at the club. My mind and heart kept on bouncing back and forth. And at the moment, my mind spoke a bit louder. I pulled the girl to the back of the club and it quickly became heated, so we took a cab to the nearest hotel and that's where I made the biggest mistake of my life.