I woke up the next morning to the sound of a shower. As soon as I woke up my head started pounding. I really needed an aspirin, but wait a second. If the shower was running and I wasn't in the shower though then who could it be? Who would break into my hotel room and take a shower? I slowly and quietly got out of my bed. I looked around for something heavy. I scanned the room, but I found nothing. The closest thing to a baseball bat was a flower vase. I tip toed over to it and grabbed it. I walked over to the bathroom door and opened it slowly. There was a man in the shower. As he turned the shower off his back was faced towards me. I lifted the vase above my head.

Once the shower was off he turned around and saw me with the vase above my head. He screamed then realized it was me, "Angie? What are you doing?"

Then I realized who it was. It was the guy from the bar last night. What was his name? Jeremy? Josh? Jason? That's it, Jason.

I lowered the vase and said, "What am I doing here? This is my hotel room, Jason. What are you doing here?"

His eyebrows pulled together. He genuinely looked confused. "Angie, it's only eight thirty. If you want me to leave now I will, but why are you freaking out?"

"Did you follow me here last night or something?" I demanded. If he did follow me then I will call the police, I don't need some creepy guy from a bar stalking me.

"Is that a joke? Do you seriously not remember last night?" He sounded pissed now.

I looked down and tried to think why I would invite him here. I came up blank. I didn't remember a thing last night. Well, I remember Jason and I talking at the bar; that was it. After that I can't remember a thing. I was scared now. Why couldn't I remember? Did he do something to me?

I closed my eyes and asked him, "What did we do last night, Jason?"

He scoffed and said, "Ouch. Ok, if you didn't like it then I'll just go ahead and leave."

He started to gather a pile of his clothes on the floor. Ok so there was a naked man in my shower, his clothes were by the bed, and it looked like someone else spent the night in my bed besides me. I started to put the pieces together. I couldn't breathe. I can't believe I did that. I needed to be sure though. I said, "Jason." He stopped and turned around. I continued, "Did we…"

He sighed and said, "You really don't remember do you? Well you were pretty hammered last night."

"Hammered? I had one drink."

He looked confused as he said, "You wouldn't be hammered if you only had one, Angie. Here, let me tell you what happened. After you and I danced we went back to the bar. We had a few more drinks. I stopped after a while, but you kept going. Then you invited me here and we-"

"Ok, I don't need a play by play. I think I got it." I said with tears rising in my eyes.

I can't believe I had sex. I was a virgin. Why would I do that with some stranger? I wanted my first time to be meaningful, with someone I loved. I don't even know Jason! I don't know if he's done it before and if so then how many times before. I could get an STD. I could get pregnant! Oh. My. Gosh. What if I did get pregnant? That would go against everything I believe in. I don't, or well didn't believe in premarital sex!

"Have you done it before?" I asked while tears streamed down my cheeks.

He sighed and looked down. "Only one other time. Have you?" he asked me.

"No, Jason. I was a virgin. I was planning on doing it with someone I loved. I don't even know you. For all I know you could be some junkie who wanted to screw someone in a bar."

He looked up and said softly, "Well I'm not a junkie, but if that's how you feel then let's get to know each other."

"What are you talking about?"

"Would you like to get some dinner tonight?" he asked me.

Was he asking me out? Why? Why did he want to get to know me? If he truly wanted to know me then it was sweet, but if he was just playing with me then he was a jerk. I don't what to do. Should I go out with him?

What's the harm in going out? It's not like I'm going to go over to his place.

I asked dubiously, "You want to go out with me?"

"Sure, why not?"

After that he told me a name of a restaurant and where it was. We were planning on having dinner later that night around seven. I really hope he shows up. If he doesn't then I'll just leave California. I already know that I am going to leave. My next stop is New York. From what I heard I should like Manhattan. If I don't, then I'll just move on to another city. If I do, then maybe I'll find an apartment and stay there permanently.