This morning I woke up squeezed on the edge of a couch I was sharing with the man I like and his dog. I woke up horny, the same way I had arrived to his apartment the evening before. I also woke up angry and with vodka pounding in my brain. He got up and started his morning routine of checking his iPhone and feeding the dog that whined all night every time he started to spoon me instead. When he took the dog outside it became increasingly clear that I was not going to be getting any morning action and I became even angrier.
Feeling
as needy as the mutt, I held my arms out to him as he stood by the couch
checking his e-mail on his phone. My
head strained as I tried to put together the pieces from the night before.
“What
the fuck happened last night?”
He
recounted the details with an amused look on his face and I cringed in
embarrassment and disbelief.
