Fast forward to Friday, I met up with two guy friends for drinks after work. It was a late night, and I debated meeting up with the bartender afterwards, going home with one of those guys, or going home alone. As usual, I missed my train home by seconds, leading to an hour of waiting...and texting. Do I go home or do I meet up with a stranger?
Having a one night stand has been on my bucket list for a while, but I've always been too nervous to do it because I didn't want to be murdered. I am sure the odds of that are slim...but it is something I've feared. And I am not going to lie, I asked him if he planned to kill me, yup, I am that weird girl.
So, I waste an hour texting him, fighting the desire to try something new. I get on the train and we depart. Then...I did something shocking, I got off at 125th street and took a cab to his apartment. I wasn't drunk anymore.
It was about 2 am, I knew at this point that the next train home wasn't until 5:30ish AM. So, I'd have to hang out there until I can get back home.
He was a little more 'regular' than I remember him looking; no beer goggles this time around. We kiss, we kiss a little more, then we head into the bedroom. He claimed not to have a condom; it was do I do it anyway or do I piss him off and end up walking around Harlem from 2 - 5 am...so I went along with it...why not? With all the guys I've been with rarely did I use a condom. The insecurities that I talked about the other day...I didn't have them. This was someone that I knew I wouldn't see again...and I didn't care if it was good or bad or what he was thinking. I have to say, I enjoyed it more than I thought I would...not because it was good, but because I didn't care.
Then we go to sleep. Even though I asked before I went over if he snored and said no...he did. I barely got a wink of sleep. I forgot how horrible it is to sleep with someone snoring. At 4:45 I got dressed, peed and woke him up to tell him I was leaving. I asked if he'd go outside and get a cab with me because I wasn't sure if his neighborhood was safe, but he said I'd be fine. I spent a ton of money the night before, so I also asked for $5 since I didn't have enough for a cab ride.
And that was that. A one night stand. Completed. Check.
And I survived. It was so different to not have a date first, get to know a guy, think about if I liked the guy, maintaining conversation, or think about a future...it was just sex. It wasn't as horrible as I thought....and maybe I'll try to find another stranger but not just for one night, maybe for a few month fling. It would be nice to have sex with someone that I am not attached to from previous experiences.