The Flower & The Brute

I need to tell you the story of my one night stand.

Yes, singular. I have only had one one night stand in my life, because I fall in love with absolutely any guy I have sex with, so I’d better be careful who I sleep with, because then it’s not a one night stand anymore, it’s a freaking seven year relationship.

That night, I wasn’t careful. I wasn’t careful at all.

I had arrived on the date a bit late, with absolutely no expectations at all. 

I was reluctant to meet him because he appeared less than average looking in the photos I had seen of him. A friend had been trying to set us up for months and she was surewe were a match, but I didn’t want to meet him because, let’s be honest. 

I thought he was way, way, way too ugly. 

And then one day I must have felt desperate, and she kept on insisting, so I said okay, okay. Set us up.

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I arrived at the bar, sat next to him and ordered a tequila.

And in one split second, and knew I was going to have sex with him. I don’t know what happened. The mome…