A guy that I’ve gone on dates with before invited me to meet him in his neighborhood. I was hoping to have an enjoyable evening, though he did tell me en route to meet him that he had been drinking all afternoon with friends.
I made the trek, giving him the benefit of the doubt and keeping in mind some valuables I wanted to collect from his apartment. It’s a long weekend, so I thought, why not? What do I have to lose? It might be a good time.
I arrived at my destination to find a red-faced, fairly intoxicated man. I tried to laugh it off as we stopped at his apartment in transit on the way to dinner. We decided to take a breather and relax on the couch, and before I knew it were engaged in a pre-dinner make-out session. ‘Maybe this will end up better than I thought!’ I mused to myself. I excused myself to go to the ladies room and returned five minutes later to find him passed out COLD on the couch. Snoring.
I wasn’t exactly sure what to do, but figured my night did not have to be ruined. With *somewhat* mixed emotions, I grabbed my belongings and swiftly departed. In the end it felt like Mission Accomplished. We’ll see what he has to say when he wakes from his slumber.