The restaurant was spectacular.  A petite French place just off Main Road.  Tablecloths with white and red squares covered the round, intimate tables.  Old wine bottles with a candle stuck down them, provided us with a romantic atmosphere.  The waiter showed us to a table in the corner and we ordered our drinks.

“So” Landon said while leaning back in his chair “Did you enjoy last night?”

“Uhm…yeah it was great” I lied. I couldn’t remember half of what happened. “The parts I actually remember.” I whispered.

“You don’t remember?” he asked, taken aback.

“Yeah, well sort of.”

“How about the part where we made love?” he asked with a twinkle in his eye.

Oh man oh man it was true! I did sleep with a complete stranger!

“Yes, I do and I’d like to know how we…uhm…how we ended up…you know.” I felt like a right idiot.  I sounded like a teenager!

Landon took a sip of his drink and made himself comfortable.  He started explaining and I started remembering.  I felt like an alcoholic. How can I not remember? I’m not that daft!

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After Landon helped me off the bench outside (I was quite sloshed. I couldn’t get up myself) he took me to his car and helped me inside his car.

“Landon, I’m schepposed to be atsh the party.  Everybody will be wonderingsh where I am?” I slurred.

“Babes, they are more knackered than you.  I doubt it.” He said and started the engine.

I mumbled something about “being schpesial” and “they’ll get a schearsh party.”

I must have fallen asleep because we arrived at his apartment much quicker than I anticipated.  He helped me out the car and walked to his front door. Uhm, okay.  Let me rephrase that.  He walked and I stumbled along.

When he turned on the lights I remember thinking NOooooooo! I’m melting!  The light was horrifically sharp. My drunken peelers couldn’t handle it.  I fell on the black leather couch and tried not to fall asleep. 

I heard Landon rummaging in the kitchen and he emerged with two glasses of wine. Oh great. More alcohol.

After the compulsory sitting next to each other and having a peculiar interest in the tiles on the floor, Landon put his glass down and looked at me.

Before I knew it, I was going at him like a starved dog.  I mean ripping off his clothes and pushing him back against the couch.  He tried to calm me down but there was no stopping me.  I’ve never been the pursuer but I lost it completely. There was something about this man that just brought out the animal in me.  I’m no longer the sorry for myself little girl.  The please can I have my spot in the sunlight kind.  I was Out of control Sexy Shagging Woman!

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Landon dropped me at home with an “I’ll call you, Babes.”

I changed into my Old Woman pyjama’s and crawled into bed, feeling very sorry for myself.