My [2nd] One Night Stand.

I had gone through a drought. 

I seriously think my V was in pain from a lack of action.  

Finally, I find the perfect prey for a 1nighter. 

Pale, dirty, skinny, tattoos, and of course at least two notches more attractive than myself.

It started off great, releasing all my built up tension with one thrust and just like that it was over. 

You've got to be kidding me.  Try for round two? Nope. Can't get it up. Serious?!

FUCK. 

I wasted a number on that?

UGH

He doesn't say a word. Rolls over to cuddle and passes out.

Are you kidding me? I try to grab my phone without waking him to send an emergency exit text to the roommate.  Not successful.

Okay. Slowly. Be quiet. Get out of the bed. 

FUCK my clothes are scattered everywhere. 

Get dressed. Flash wakes up and I freeze.

"what are you doing?"

"Uh... going for a cigarette."

He passes out, I grab the roommate, and like it never happened I was at home.

BUT! This is what I don't get.  He gets pissed that I left. Apparently NO ONE uses Flash for sex. 

Guess what, that just happened buddy. Get over it. I don't care.