I'll match you with the craziest story of my second bachelorhood.
I hooked up with this girl that I knew through a friend at a party. I'd flirted with her a few times before. She was cute and we were both coming off fairly recent divorces. We decided to leave the party and she followed me back to my place.
We drank a little bit more there and I remember engaging in some reasonably good sex. I dozed off afterward, with her next to me.
The next morning I woke up and looked around. She was gone and my bed looked like a murder scene - blood everywhere. Me, the sheets, handprints on the headboard, etc. Clearly we had missed the fact that she was on or starting her period. Oh well, shit happens.
I didn't have a number and though I could have tracked one down, I decided to let it be a one nighter and not follow up. (I did book a date with the Health Dept. Even though I sort of knew her, that was a lot of blood.)
Anyway, fast forward a couple of weeks and I am meeting with a potential client in his office. He tells me his daughter will be joining us for the meeting, as she handles the books. Of course, this girl walks in. Little did I know I was meeting her old man in their family business. It was pretty uncomfortable, to say the least. (And I didn't get the job).
I saw her later in the summer at a bar and she apologized all over the place and bought me a drink. At the time it was all kind of mortifying. Now its just a pretty good story. |