WTF Happened?
It's morning. Just like it is for everyone else who made poor judgments last night. Not sure how I wound up here. There are three unwrapped condoms on the floor. The intriguing Canadian red-head at the party last night is still breathing peacefully next to me. She tells me I smell of sex as I put together breakfast sandwiches. I wonder how many other people relish those small moments, those tiny phrases that make life worth living. She makes coffee and tells me I'm a cave man