I don't know why
I said I'd meet him.
I know I gave him my number,
but when?
When we said goodbye?
Oh, yeah.
It was at the bar.
I didn't realize we were
gonna go home together
at that point.
Idiot.
Why did I do that?
Why did I act like that?
I'm only gonna have
two drinks tonight.
I'm not gonna
have sex with him.
I don't want to.
I really don't.
God, I had no intention
of going home
with him or anyone.
When he sat down next to me,
it was so clear
we weren't each other's style
that it wasn't even weird.
And since there was no vibe,
we just started talking
without thinking anything,
and then I don't know
what happened.
Although I definitely had
red wine teeth
when I came home.
I'm sure he found that
really attractive
as I sat at the bar
yammering about myself.
Oh, no wonder he was so
excited when we got home.
I finally shut the fuck up.
Yeah.
I hardly said a word
the rest of the night
after that.
It was good,
but there's nowhere
for it to go.
I think it would've been fine
if it was just sex,
but it took another turn.
Something happened.
I don't know what zone
that was,
but both of us
played into it.
It's good
we're gonna do this--
have a couple of drinks
and get straight.
Let him know
I know what this was--
nothing.
God, I hate that window.
I don't want
to see the innards
of the subway system.
Makes me feel sick.
Just get me there.
