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Last night, on my way home from a very wet hash (it rained, I was wearing a very thin, skimpy white tank top, you’re welcome for the visual), I picked up #6 for what I hoped to be an evening of fun. At least that was my intent, but he partook of many beverages that evening. I should have realized it was not going to be the night I envisioned when we got to the metro station, he sat down and didn’t move, eyes sliding shut. Our train arrived and I drug him onto it. We transferred and arrived at my stop. I drug him off the train and he wanted to once again sit down. It took me five minutes, and a very menacing look from the cops to get him moving.

Stumbling along we arrived at my house. “Sit down,” I said, “I’m gonna walk Daisy.”

He looked at me through half open, glassy eyes, “Put me where you want me, I’m not moving from there.”

I pushed him up the stairs and deposited him into my bed, he pulled his shoes off and curled up. Daisy and I went for a walk and returned to find him in the exact same position I’d left him. I pulled his shorts off and struggled to get his shirt off. “Sit up,” I said, trying to pull him upward.

“Mmnnllghthnm…” he mumbled. Finally I was able to pull his shirt off and he collapsed backward onto the bed, succumbing to his alcohol-induced haze. I laid down beside him and went to sleep.

Turns out #6 was far drunker than I realized and I witnessed some unmentionable drunk behavior. I won’t go into details but let’s just say this morning when I informed him of what he did (he didn’t remember it) he worked very hard to earn my forgiveness for his drunken behavior. Multiple times in fact. And as a result, I’ve got great hair today.

But he’s still not in the clear. Even he acknowledged it was worse than when he had to hold back my hair while I threw up repeatedly. Looks like he’s going to have to continue to work very hard to redeem himself. I don’t think he’ll mind.