I had been at a bar for a while not expecting to get laid. I'd been doing a bunch of coke all night and chasing it with beer. Around 1am I get a call from a girl I had recently met asking me to come over and see her. So I finish off the back end of the 8-ball and head to her place.
I think we talked for a bit but then started making out and moved it to her bedroom. We begin having sex when all the drugs/alcohol begin to catch up with me. I feel like I'm about to throw up and ask her to give me a second. I actually stop in the middle of sex, run to her bathroom to throw up hoping to make it to her toilet; instead I hit her sink, mirror, and floor. I was so F'd up though, it didn't really even phase me. Without thinking twice I rinse my mouth full of water, go back out to her room, finish the deed, and then make some excuse why I have to leave and never look back.
For some reason, I never did speak to that fair maiden every again. Thank goodness that was a whole lifetime ago and I am no longer that guy. ugh.