Meeting him was just a coincidence, and not one that I can actually remember well. It was after a particularly grueling day, and I was supposed to have met with my boyfriend at a bar for drinks. One drink turned into too many after I watched him suck the tit of a curvy redheaded bimbo in a corner near the bathrooms as she screamed in orgasm. I had had enough and promptly went to the bar to drink myself into a stupor.
The guy sitting across from the bar apparently had the same idea as he glared at Bimbo as she and Jackass emerged from their hideout.
My alcohol addled brain apparently made the connection between him and Bimbo, and promptly decided that something must be done to ease the pain in my heart that was perfectly reflected in the heartbroken look of betrayal in the stranger's face. Sideling up to him was not the issue, convincing him to dance was the hardest part of the evening.
Heat, sweat, and the feeling of grinding my body against his in time with the music, as his hands feverishly roamed my modestly covered form, all culminated into a passion, alcohol, and grief-induced kiss.
Excuse me; he was the hardest part of the night.
Memory gets fuzzy after this point. Drunken smiles were shared as we simultaneously gave the single finger salute to our partners and then left the bar arm-in-arm, somehow ending the night in his bed.
The next morning came all too soon, and with it the worst hangover I have had to this day. From within the cloud of fog that muffled my thinking, I felt a lightness of my soul, and then the crashing realization that I made-out with, and virtually dry-humped Bimbo's (ex-)date in public after he and I agreed to our silent, heartbroken pact.
Feeling someone behind me with their arm over my waist, I risked a quick peek only to realize that someone had mercifully closed the window with heavy curtains. The second realization came after noticing the stifling warmth radiating from my stranger and looking down to his arm to see that both he and I were completely clothed from the night before. The third realization came when he whispered, "Good morning," in my ear in his distinct drawl and my skin burst into goose bumps as I rolled over to meet his blue-grey eyes.