A week ago I was at this great party that was thrown by a friend of a friend (actually, I didn’t even know the host). But there is plenty of booze on-tap and it’s flowing pretty smoothly.
That’s about all I remember of the party. After downing my last drink of the evening, I woke up with two hot girls (one a sort of friend and the other a complete stranger) sleeping beside me. I was grinning with satisfaction despite my pounding head-ache, got my keys and went home.
So here’s where life comes along, mounts you, and gives your poop-chute a work out:
I got a call from the first girl today and she’s missed her period. She goes on to tell me that the other girl – her cousin – also missed her period and they don’t remember sleeping with anyone.
I guess I should be a man and admit that there is, at least, a chance that I’m the “anyone” in this mess, but man… Too messed up to be true and yet it’s all too real for me.