So you're friends finally dragged you out from under your rock of safety and threw you back into the dating scene. You're already on your 6th Jager Bomb before you realize that you're sitting on some random guy's lap and things are heating up.
Next thing you know, you're waking up the next day with one killer hangover and an empty condom wrapper on the nightstand. You say, "What the hell happened last night?" and then you're mind begins to race...
Next thing you know, you're waking up the next day with one killer hangover and an empty condom wrapper on the nightstand. You say, "What the hell happened last night?" and then you're mind begins to race...
Who The Hell Did I Sleep With Last Night?
Nothing weirder than waking up knowing that you've done something that you either thoroughly enjoyed or could have done without. If you're lucky, you enjoyed it and had the time of your life that you can't seem to remember through your monster hangover.
But on other other hand, if you didn't like it, no one knows but the flies on the wall.
But on other other hand, if you didn't like it, no one knows but the flies on the wall.
I'm Never Drinking Again!
You've got to love those next day hangovers that feel like you have a high school marching band practicing a new formation dead smack in the middle of your head..lol Oh, the pounding, the torture.
It's not quite sheer pain, but it's enough to make you seriously rethink you're choice of beverage and even more, contemplate if you'll ever drink again. "It'll be fun they said, let's have one drink they said".
It's not quite sheer pain, but it's enough to make you seriously rethink you're choice of beverage and even more, contemplate if you'll ever drink again. "It'll be fun they said, let's have one drink they said".
How The Hell Did I Even Get Home?
Now this one can either be comical or a little scary, especially if you own a car.
Did you drive home this fucked up? Did one of you're friends drop you off? Both conclusions are possible, but that wouldn't explain the condom wrapper now would it?
Did you drive home this fucked up? Did one of you're friends drop you off? Both conclusions are possible, but that wouldn't explain the condom wrapper now would it?
Where's My Phone?
Reaching past the condom wrapper fumbling for your phone only to find that it's not there. Oh, again with the torture.
​ No SnapChats or FB updates to clue you in on the events of last night. At least not for now anyway.
​ No SnapChats or FB updates to clue you in on the events of last night. At least not for now anyway.
What The Hell Is This On My Bathroom Mirror?
With half-open eyes you cut on the bathroom mirror to find:
"Hey Girl, you were tore up last night..lol You should have seen the way you were dancing all over the place. You looked like a panda on a bad acid trip. You need to lay off those Jager Bombs, for real!
But, I brought you home because you were getting a little too frisky with that guy at the bar, he was creepy looking. And don't worry about the condom wrapper on the nightstand, you didn't do nothing.
I just thought I would have a little fun with ya when you woke up..lol You're phone is in the oven and your keys are in the freezer. Love you <3"
"Hey Girl, you were tore up last night..lol You should have seen the way you were dancing all over the place. You looked like a panda on a bad acid trip. You need to lay off those Jager Bombs, for real!
But, I brought you home because you were getting a little too frisky with that guy at the bar, he was creepy looking. And don't worry about the condom wrapper on the nightstand, you didn't do nothing.
I just thought I would have a little fun with ya when you woke up..lol You're phone is in the oven and your keys are in the freezer. Love you <3"
Well...
I hope you enjoyed the lighter side of a One Night Stand and I'll talk to you next week ^_^
Stay Drama Free
-Jamaal(LoverOfLife)
Stay Drama Free
-Jamaal(LoverOfLife)
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