My story starts the same, except I woke on the couch, butt naked, her fully dressed and her family milling around making breakfast. They were very nice people!
Rode my motorcycle to work on a Saturday to check in on my training class who had just hit the call center floor.
A woman picked me up at a bar and we went back to her place.
When I woke up the next morning I was surrounded by the most Elvis paraphernalia that I have ever seen in one place.
I told her I was grabbing some coffees and just never returned.
My story starts the same, except I woke on the couch, butt naked, her fully dressed and her family milling around making breakfast. They were very nice people!
Rode my motorcycle to work on a Saturday to check in on my training class who had just hit the call center floor.
“Where you been shalafi?”
“Uh, it’s a story…”