CHAPTER 3

After we left the bar we walked a couple blocks to Spencer's apartment. She lived right downtown. Her place wasn't the nicest, but it was big and, most importantly, it was empty. We had it all to ourselves.

The walk was a little sobering and definitely cooled off our moods. When we got back to her place, she poured me the stiffest rum and coke I'd ever tasted. I guess she was starting to lose steam, too. We made awkward small talk in her room, sipping our drinks. It wasn't awkward because we were awkward together, it was awkward because we both knew what we came home for, but neither of us made the move to get it going.

These things normally weren't a problem for me. But with Spencer, I really wasn't on my game. She truly made me nervous in a way that I thought I hated. Looking back, I think I really liked it. It proved she was different from all the other girls.

I guess that stiff captain and coke did a number on my memory because I don't remember how things got started that night. But I do know that we had awesome sloppy drunken sex until the sun came up. Despite the fact that we had been strangers a mere 12 hours prior, we were fucking dynamite under the sheets.

I remember waking up the next morning [only a couple hours later] and looking over at her still sleeping. The morning sun made the room glow enough that I could see her clearly. It was the first time that I was 100% sober in her presence. The blankets were up to her waist and she was topless. My first thought was that she had really great tits. My second thought was a mental pat on my own back for snagging the hottie. I have to admit that deep down I had my doubts about whether or not I would actually be able to pick her up. But alas, the Davies charm pulled through.

Spencer and I had spent the rest of the weekend much in the same fashion: drinking, clubbing, hooking up. Lather, rinse, repeat. It went by in a blur. When the weekend came to a close, I remember saying goodbye, thinking I'd never see this girl again in my life…


"Let's get down to business
To defeat the Huns
Did they send me daughters
When I asked for sons?"

You wake up with a hangover for the third morning in a row. As you drift slowly into consciousness, you can faintly hear some cheesy song contributing to the pain you feel between your ears.

"Spencer? What are you doing?"

"Hey, sorry. I'm watching Mulan. I couldn't sleep," she says nonchalantly from across the room, slouched in her desk chair.

Oh, Mulan, of course. Who wouldn't be watching a Disney movie at 7:00 am after a long weekend of nonstop partying and fucking?

"Hm. I've never seen Mulan." You decide against offending the girl whose apartment you're currently naked in.

"Seriously? Mulan is like, Disney's version of a hot butch. You are gay, right?"

You glare at her incredulously. "We've spent the last three days boning and you're questioning whether or not I'm a homo? Really?"

"You should watch Mulan. She puts any lesbian to shame."

"Duly noted." It's too early for banter. You need coffee. "You wanna hit a Starbucks?"

"I actually can't, I'm sorry. I promised some friends we'd go to Six Flags today."

Disney movies and rollercoasters. You seriously start to question her sanity.

"Are you not the least bit hungover? You are human, right?" Even with those unreal tits?

"Oh, no, I am. Trust me, I will barf today. But I promised my friends I'd go."

"Well good luck with that!" You truly mean it. "I should probably head out then. Mind if I borrow your laptop to check the bus schedule?"

You busy yourself freshening up and gathering your things so you can catch the next bus that comes in an hour. Once you're packed up and ready to go, you signal to Spencer that you're about to head out. She walks with you towards her front door. You turn around to face her, standing a couple feet apart.

"Alright! Well…" she laughs and trails off.

"Yeah… Um, thanks for a fun weekend?" You share a laugh. You fully expect to never see this girl again.

You're both aware of how awkward this moment is. Do you hug? Kiss? High five?

After a moment of hesitation, she moves in for a quick peck on the lips.

"See you around, Ashley."

"Have fun at Six Flags, crazy." You move to open the door.

You get a slight chuckle and a "thanks" in return.

"Alright, later Spencer."

And you're out the door. You let out a breath you didn't know you had been holding.

On the bus ride home, you reflect on your weekend. You catch yourself smiling at the thought of Spencer. You really had a great time.

You feel the need to send her one last text.

Don't forget the barf bag. ;)