Not Another Fairytale

I have become a champion hitchhiker. As many times as I’ve found myself with no car and no idea where I am, I’m well versed in all the ways to get someone to give me a ride.

I don’t have my thumb up for more than 5 minutes before a white truck pulls over just ahead of me. I walk up to the passenger side and see a rather large man leering at me. Red flag.

“Hey, baby. What’s a cute little thing like you doing out here?” Red flag. But I need a ride. I decide to feel this guy out a little more.

“Oh, ya know, had a hell of a night last night and I’m just trying to find my way home now.” I put on my best smile and lean into the truck a bit.

“I might be able to help you find your way. It’s not very often I get the chance to help pretty girls.” The creep then licks his lips at me. Red flag. I know what this guy wants. Maybe I can just keep him talking. His truck is the only I’ve seen, and I really need to get home.

“Well, here’s your chance. It would be greatly appreciated.”

“Slide on in, baby. I’ll give you what you need.” He then winks at me.

My stomach turns, but I ignore it and climb in to the white truck.

Ugh. Head pounding.  Hair is a mess. Breath… don’t get me started on that. What did I do last night?

I begin to look around, lost on where exactly I am. A quick assessment tells me my suspicions were true. Cups, people passed out in varying states of nakedness, and me, lying next to a random girl.

Just another Saturday night in my life. No big deal.

I think I remember the girl’s name. Chelsea? No, that was a few weeks ago. Sara? No, she was some chick I just made out with. I don’t know the name of the girl I’m lying naked next to.

She’s pretty hot, though. I give my drunk self props for picking a good one.

I get up from the floor, and begin the hunt for my clothes. I end up finding them under a bed, in a crumpled mess. Now to the bathroom to check out how awful I look.

Not too bad. Makeup is smeared and I have pretty obvious sex hair. I can’t remember, but by the looks of my hair that hot girl must have been pretty great.

I do my best to make myself look presentable, grab the rest of my things, and walk out of wherever the hell I am to figure out how the hell I’m getting home.