Have you ever woken up with absolutely no idea where the hell you were

Well, for a change, it's not long…I find myself rather incapable of writing anything of length. Oh, well…hopefully you'll find it humorous, there's more to come.   Maureen isn't mine, and if I decide that the sleeping person is Joanne, she isn't either.

Have you ever woken up with absolutely no idea where the hell you were?  At first, you don't even realize you're in a strange place. But then, as you begin to regain consciousness, you notice one little detail or another that suddenly makes you very aware you're not where you are supposed to be.  An example of this…you reach over to caress the 'man' lying next to you, and grab someone's boob instead. 

That just might be enough to wake you up.  It certainly did it for me.

I snatched my hand back as if I'd been burnt and sat bolt upright.

Bad Idea.  My head felt like someone had taken a hammer to it, and my stomach rolled sickeningly.  Whoever was lying there beside me had been asleep, but stirred in response to my touch and all my sudden movements.  I immediately went stock-still, wanting maybe to figure out who she was and what I was doing in her bed before I was forced to have a conversation with her. 

Plus, if I'd moved I probably would have thrown up all over both of us.

I thought back to the previous night, and strained to remember.  Another bad idea.  Really, I was in no condition to be straining anything, let alone my head.  But strain I did, and got precious little for my efforts.  I could remember the beginning of the night…but it got more and more blurry as it went on.  And I definitely wasn't remembering the part that had gotten me in this bed.

I'd gotten into a fight with Mark over some stupid guy he'd happened to find me making out with…really, he's so overly jealous! And so I'd stormed out of the house in a fit of dramatic rage…only to discover that I had no money. I would have gone to get some, maybe bum off Collins, or something, but going back inside would have been sooo anticlimactic.   

The solution to my dilemma, however, turned out to be a simple one.  I just went into a bar and found a guy to buy me drinks.  But that only worked for so long…an hour and several martinis later his girlfriend had the nerve to show up, and I was forced to leave, in search of another bar and another unsuspecting male

But then…oh.  Riight. There hadn't been any males in the next bar I'd picked.  So this really attractive woman had offered to buy me a drink and…oh.   

I stole a glance at my sleeping companion.

Oh.

Fuck, I needed to get out of there, I needed to forget this ever happened, I needed to go have sex with Mark, with Roger, oh hell, with Collins, just something…anything, as long as it had a dick!!

But then there was this other, tiny part of me that wanted to know what had happened the previous night.

Was I as good in bed with a woman as I was with a man? Better, even?

Well, there's only one person who could have told me that, and…I looked over at her and gulped. I wasn't about to stick around and ask them.

In a matter of two minutes I was off the bed, back into my clothes, that I had found several feet away, and quietly letting myself out the door.

Now, if I had only been too drunk to remember my phone number. 

Okay, so, because I have no decision-making skills, I've decided to be so kind as to let you guys decide whether or not the sleeping woman is Joanne. Just say so in your review.  Because of *course* you'll review. *puppy dog eyes*