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#ONE NIGHT STAND STORY CODE#
TheJournal.ie supports the work of the Press Council of Ireland and the Office of the Press Ombudsman, and our staff operate within the Code of Practice. I wonder if he ever told his girlfriend? Or if he just awarded me that respect and impure honesty? He should have let me go, happily or unhappily with my one-night-stand, and not get me caught up in his cheating mess. I didn’t ask for his number – or get upset that he didn’t want mine. There was no onus on him to tell me the next morning. To make me feel that I had done something wrong with him. Was it my job to check if he was single? Was I naive to presume he was? No, it wasn’t and I wasn’t. It only took that question to change my guilt to annoyance. “Did I not ask him did he have a girlfriend?” I thought, racking my brain back through the dancing, the drinking and the initial chat-up line.īut hold on. I was not dreaming of getting to know my bedfellow or walking hand-in-hand down Howth pier. I needed to be on my couch with a cup of tea, as soon as possible. At that point, the idea of getting back into the high heels had whipped my mind back into real life. There was a suggestion of breakfast but we decided against it and he offered a lift home. Oddly enough, we had a change of heart the next morning. We were both a bit reluctant, even in our hazy drunkenness, to cross the finish line so we went to sleep.
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We had a drink, fooled around some and then went to bed. Laughing being the best game-plan, we ended up in the same taxi. Later in the night, he came over to pull me on the dance floor. First impressions were: funny, smart and good-looking (great hair). I never reconnected with Karl, and I have since improved my decision-making skills.I was out at a fancy party with a big group of friends and got chatting to a guy outside.
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Turns out, he and this guy didn’t just share an apartment…they shared a room. I did my best to conceal my bare body while the unidentified man pulled a blanket over his head and attempted to wiggle his way out of an overcrowded bedroom. “AHHH! OMG!” I screamed, causing Karl to spring from his deep slumber.Ī horribly awful first date: The Slider Stealer I found myself standing completely naked in front of a strange man almost equally as exposed as I was (save for his tighty whities) sleeping on the futon. When I reached the floor my eyes finally adjusted. I made my descent down the feeble ladder in search of my clothing. My worst Tinder date ever: A Man With A Van I woke up around 7 AM and wanted to expeditiously make my exit before I contracted any more serious diseases from his greasy bed linens. This is what I get for fucking mildly-employed thespians.Īfter some relatively mediocre sexy time (better than no sexy time, I suppose) in his hazardous bunk bed we passed out rather quickly. We also had to walk through his other roommate’s room in order to get to his. A dirty hole-ridden futon and a ‘desk’ propped up on some cinder blocks sat in the space beneath the bunked bed. His room measured no more than 8×8 and consisted of his bed lofted upon a rickety-looking wooden structure with an equally questionable ladder leaned up against it. The walls were covered in eccentric artwork, it was impossibly cramped and smelled of incense and sweaty feet. This garden level apartment was the epitome of a multi-inhabited ‘artist’ apartment in NYC. Karl’s place was quite the sight to behold, indeed. Not long into our little Rendez-Vous we found ourselves 4 PBRs and 2 shots of Jame-O deep and engaged in some considerable heavy petting.Īs our conspicuous displays of affection began making our fellow patrons obviously uncomfortable Karl suggested we take things back to his apartment so we could continue our adult fun in private. (As I mentioned, standards were questionable). My worst one night stand was during a time where I was experiencing both an overactive libido and terribly poor judgment.Īfter chatting with Karl, a burgeoning actor/director/musician/voiceover artist/screenwriter barista I decided to grab drinks at a dive bar in close proximity to his apartment…which he shared with several other people…