I met her. It was in a bar. Tequila gave me the lack of inhibition go for it, and gave her the lack of discretion to go. It wasn’t a one night stand; we were horizontal. Mostly. Eventually we passed out after a valiant effort of drunken debauchery. Twice. The next morning I awoke, disoriented, drowsy, defiled, with no idea where I was or what evil I had fallen into. I rolled over and discovered some oddly blond woman was next to me. She opened her eyes, I screamed like a 2 year old and wet myself. It was her bed. A moment later I was physically kicked out of bed, and out the door. After dressing on the doorstep, I stumbled off and vowed to reverse my ways. Next time, red hair, blue eyes.