Oh lordy. My head is killing me. My stomach hurts too. I felt like puking too but hoped I wouldn't. I was also in bed, but not MY bed. Then I remembered I was in Las Vegas and was sleeping at my mom's new house. I wearily rolled over and then I hit something hard and gasped. It was a body. A MAN'S body..without any clothes on. Then I realized I didn't have any clothes on either. Once my vision cleared up, I realized I wasn't at my mom's house either but in a hotel room with dark furniture. Then it all came back to me. I spend the night partying on the Vegas Strip with a guy. Oh gosh..I can't even remember his name! I hurried my naked self into the bathroom and grabbed a towel so I could cover up and then I looked in the mirror at my face, mascara running down my face, smeared eyeliner. I shook my head and angrily whispered to myself, "God Stacey, how can you be so STUPID?!"

I felt so gross and desperately wanted to shower but I also knew I needed to get out of there fast so I crept back out, grabbed my purse and my clothes and put them back on in the bathroom and then I grabbed the bar of soap sitting on the counter and quickly washed my face. I looked at the logo on the soap and it said "Flamingo." Great. Now I at least knew where I was. Then I pulled out my cell and called Claudia.

"Oh my God, I was worried sick about you!" she exclaimed. "Where are you?"

I whispered back, "I'm at the Flamingo. I'm ok."

"WHAT happened?" she demanded.

"Um, nothing that I know of," I answered. "I'm in that guy's hotel room but he's still asleep so I'm going to sneak out of here. Can you meet me here?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'll come get you right now. It's going to take a while with parking and stuff, though," she said.

"That's fine," I said. "I just want to get the hell out of here so I'll go get coffee and meet you at the check-in desk here."

"I'm leaving now, Stace."

"HURRY," I pleaded.

Now I just had to slip out of the bathroom as quietly as I could so I slowly twisted the handle and opened the door. I started to walk to the door when I heard, "Oh, hey. You ARE still here."

Shoot. I woke him up.

He had all of his clothes back on too and he was sitting on the bed. He wasn't nearly as good looking as he looked last night.

"Um..yeah," I said. "I'm probably gonna..you know, head out. Go back home."

"Oh. Ok," he said.

Not knowing what else to say to him I said. "So, it was very nice meeting you last night. Thanks for the drink."

He shook his head and said, "Listen, I don't normally do things like this. I just had too many drinks. I'm sorry."

He paused for a second before adding," you're, um..you're very pretty, by the way."

Ignoring the unessecary compliment, I just sighed because I felt the same embarrassment and felt pretty ashamed of myself and said, "Yeah. I'm sorry too."

After an awkward few seconds of silence, he said, "So am I going to see you?"

Confused, I asked, "see me?"

"Yeah. Can I take you out tonight? Like, for dinner? Something?" He shook his head and then said, "I feel so bad."

Maybe this guy was just like me? He did seem nice. He was apologetic and articulate and perhaps he just made the exact same bad decision I did. Still, dinner with a guy I probably slept with last night? I don't know. I didn't know what to say either.

He said, "Just think about it. I'm here for a bachelor weekend with my friends and going home on Monday. Can I at least give you my number?"

"Sure," I said.

He scribbled it down on some paper sitting on a nightstand and I quickly put it in my purse.

"Soo, it's..Stacey, right?"

So he was able to remember my name and I couldn't remember his? Now I felt even worse..

"I said, "Yeah. That's right."

He smiled and said, "Well, nice to meet you, Stacey," and awkwardly held out his hand.

I awkwardly shook it back and said "you too, um.."

He continued smiling and said, "It's Ben. My name is Ben."