One Night Stand JENLISA

Chapter 1

Her eyes met mine, from across that bar, I knew she was eyeing me as soon as I walked in. She had that kind of look that screamed 'I want you'. Maybe she was here for the same reason that I was; sick of the same shit. Need a getaway, an escape route.

Alcohol? Yes. That is a little getaway that takes you from reality to another place for a few hours. It seemed to me just fine. Every time I need an escape, I come to Alcohol and it hasn't let me down But not everytime I drink alcohil necessarily means I'm needing a getaway. It means a lot of things; depression, I seem to have every fucking day of my life. Tiredness, cause my job seems to kick me in the ass with all the hours I'm putting in. Loneliness, I'm always lonely, but not in a physical form where I need someone.

Maybe that' why i have one night stands.

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I woke up feeling out of the place.

This bed isn't mine. It doesn't feel as uncomfortable as mine. It has a touch of softness that screams 'stay, don' t leave'. I try to adjust my eyes to the brightness of the sun peeking through the blinds. When my eyes finally adjust, I'm able to look around and see exactly where I am. I take in the unfamiliar room, beige walls, white ceiling, hard wood flooring. The bed is a queen size, no doubt. My bed isn't as big as this one, my bed is a twin size piece of shit.

I sit up and rub my temples. Hangovers are the worst, but i keep drinking because it helps me.

I look down and noticed that I'm naked. I try thinking back to what happened last night and a gorgeous brunette pops inside my head. Her cat eyes boring into mine as I remember seeing her at the bar last night. I tend to spot a woman who is attractive, strike up a conversation that tends to leave me looking like the perfevt woman, then having them drink until they can't stand and taking to my place.

But none of that happened. She made her way to me and got me so damn drunk, that I ended up at her place.

That has never happened. I am usually very aware of how much alcohol I drink, and how much the woman I am trying to seduce, drinks.

But she beat me at my own game.

I get up and slide my clothes on while remember tiny bits of information I gathered last night.

"Jennie," was her name, her gummy smile was a blessing from God himself. Her teeth were perfect and her body; damn.

She never told me anything else besides her first name. I'm not entirely sure if I even asked her anymore questions.

But atleast the sex was good. No scratch, wow great. Even when acohol seems to blur my visions the next day, it never erases the sex part. I can remember that easily, and her? Let's just say, that's the best I've ever haf and I had a lot.

Go ahead, call me a whore. I sleep around, so what? It relieves me from my worries and depression that I seem to face daily.

I'm not into relationshits. I dont do that, and I have a very believable truth behind that; they scare ne. Spend the rest of my life with the one person? That's ridiculous. I'd rather sleep with every womab I possibly can, than spend the rest of my life stuck with one woman.