A new year...

My eyes dart open... The haziness and weight of a fifth of rum and a few shots of Jack trying hard to slam them back shut. Way too early for a sunday morning the little devil on my shoulder squeels. And I agree. A few more hours of laziness in this horizontal position would be bliss. I stretch the limbs of my body and smirk. I am still drunk. Though I feel seemingly fine now... I know in a few hours I will not be worth a shit if I do not get up and atleast get some food in me. I power slam my eyes back open and take a deep breath. It is cut short as I realize I am not alone.

Aww fuck... I TOLD MYSELF IT WAS A NEW YEAR AND I WASNT GOING TO DO THIS AGAIN! That is of course the little bit of concience that has survived through the 28 years of my life yelling at me. I lay there as my now wide open and alert eyes dart around the room.

Shit..This isnt even my place. Who knows where I am. The slender form buried under the covers next to me stirs a bit. Damn... I begin to plot my escape. This is when your thoughts go wild. Did we have sex? Did I drive here? Crap I already have one DUI I hope I didnt. Surely we took a taxi. Maybe she drove? Nothing like putting your life in the hands of a drunken stranger. Funny how alcohol impairs or inhibitions and judgement. I have my clothes on as I can feel the uncomfortable press of my belt buckle digging into my belly.

Well...Maybe we didnt have sex? My eyes fall back upon the gentle mound laying before me. Suddenly there is more stirring and the covers begin to slide downwards. If you have seen the Price Is Right Showcase final round then you know how I feel at this moment. Will there be a sleek slender beautiful sports car behind this curtain..Or will I get the dreaded dining room set that will only look good in my grandmothers home?

I find myself holding my breath as the covers slide away to reveal a set of beautiful green eyes looking into mine. The covers slide further to reveal a slight smirk upon a decently pretty face. I find myself smirking back. Not because I shared whatever humor twisted her lips..But because I wasnt laying next to Chewbaca.

For a moment we just stare before she finally speaks. "I think something died in my mouth." She smacks her lips together. I laugh softly. Ahh the agonizing remnants of fruity concoctions and stiff shots from the night before. I take the opportunity to slide from bed. As I stand there before her I realize she is not clothed.Atleast her upper body is bare as the blanket barely covers her breasts below her pale shoulders. My eyes instantly dart around.... No condom wrappers... A good sign! Wait..That could be bad! Unprotected sex this day in age is ignorant. I am never that drunk...I always use protection... Surely then...We didnt have sex. I have to ask... "Did we...You know..." She begins to laugh. A gentle laugh that brings a smirk to my lips. Her reply. "As soon as you laid down...You were out like a light." My smile widened. My resolution was still intact! But... a slight disappointment lingers. If I was drunk as I was... Surely I intended on having sex with this girl? And like a drunken idiot I pass out unable to perform? Afterall she is seemingly naked beneath the covers. Is that the remnants of my failure? Aww hell...

Obviously seeing the slight disappointment on my face she replies. "Dont worry... You didnt try anything...plus... I wasnt drunk enough to have a one night stand anyhow." With relief I saynothing and turn walking out of the room. I see my jacket and shoes by the front door. I find her kitchen. Find a clean glass filling it with ice water and take it back to her. She smiles in thanks as I turn.

"Where are you going?" She asks as I near the doorway to her bedroom. I turn and look back upon her one last time. "Home.."

She says nothing and after putting on my shoes and jacket I exit her apartment. I emerge onto the sidewalk just outside and look around. "Damn..Where am I?"

With a sigh I reach in my jacket and find my cell phone. I begin to dial a friends number but stop. I am going to walk this one off. With a snap I put my phone away and begin to walk in a random direction. Eventually I will come across something familiar in this unfamiliar morning. The Nike trail I call it. But this time it wasnt the walk of shame.

I never got the girls name. I never got her number. As far as I know she doesnt know either of mine. Which is good. Its simple really. Never look back. If you miss something it is meant to be missed. Or perhaps your path will circle back around to make an another attempt at a pass. At any rate... I am 28... One night stands are over (The little devil can be heard faintly laughing). I will surely stumble upon the right girl for me... Just hopefully not this morning. I need food right now!