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One Night Stands – A review

Think one-night stands are exciting? Liberating? Think again.

I recently went through a terrible break-up, so I’ve been giving myself a break from men for a little while. Well, a few nights ago I went bar hopping with a friend, and at some point during the night I decided that I didn’t need a break from men—just a break from relationships. Why should I spend all my nights alone because that jerk didn’t know how to act? I mean, I gave him my all. He had no reason to go looking for another woman! But that’s a whole different story. Back to the matter at hand.

So, there I was scanning the bar, hoping to find Mr. Perfect-For-Tonight, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I braced myself for disappointment, but I was pleasantly surprised to find a very handsome man with a sexy grin offering to buy me a drink.

He introduced himself as Jake as we headed to the bar. The rest of the night went as you’d probably imagine. We danced a lot, drank a lot, and before I knew it, I was telling my friend that I would catch up with her in the morning as Jake and I headed out the door.

And boy did I have a lot to tell her the next morning! I woke up first, but since my head was pounding and the room was spinning, I went back to sleep. About twenty minutes later, I woke up again because I heard my front door closing. I stumbled down the hall to the living room, and opened the door to see Jake jogging down the street. No big deal. It’s not like we were going to spend the day together or anything. And the sex wasn’t great, so I wasn’t looking for another round.

I went into the kitchen to put on some coffee, and found a note on the counter:

Sorry, Rachel. Had to get to work, and didn’t have gas money.

Rachel? Jerk left without saying goodbye and couldn’t even get my name right. It took me a full five minutes (blame the hangover) to realize that he’d said something about gas money. I scanned the living room for my purse, and saw it turned upside down on the couch and my wallet open and sitting off to the side.

I knew it was empty before I picked it up. The only thing he left behind was my ID and my grocery store savings card. I spent all afternoon on the phone canceling credit cards, and calling locksmiths and alarm companies.

Whoever said, “the best way to get over a man is to get under a new one,” was a complete idiot. All I ended up with was disappointing sex, a hangover, and an empty wallet.  

Until Next Time,

Reina

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Written By: S.M. Grady

© 2019 S.M. Grady