Today I woke up. It wouldn't be anyhow strange if it was just me lying on my bed. But I wasn't on my bed. It was the couch we have in our hall. And mysteriously, somebody else was there too. Wtf. Then I remembered. I went out last night. I partyed. I met some Australians. And he, he was one of them.
The fact he was wearing only underwear confused me for a moment. I'm a decent girl, you know. Luckily, no harm has been done to my reputation. Just so you know.
Moments like this usually scare me. A lot. Why did I do that? What was I thinking? Yes, the surprised face of my roommate, when she got up and headed for the bathroom and spotted me there on a couch with a strange almost naked guy, was totally worth it. But why do I let those strangers mess with my head and then disappear from my life? *puf* and they're gone, back in their time zone.
I really should do something with my impulsiveness and spontaneity.
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