"Is it so wrong to want what I want? It seems so simple. Straightforward, really. I want to bring a man to his knees. And then have him bring me to mine."*

this is what was spilling out of my mouth. i had an audience of Glen, and two couples i didn't know in the slightest. they were all nodding their heads at what i was saying.

i was talking very loudly and somehow i'd lost 2 hours of my life.

the glass in front of me was empty but i didn't really know what was in it. all i know is it wasn't a martini glass and i've never ordered anything but a martini at Insomnia. i picked it up and smelled it. nothing. booze had relieved me of my sense of smell or my smell-sleuthing abilities had flown out the window.

"do you want to come home with me?"

i wasn't saying it to anyone in particular. i didn't think i could do that. instead, i just said it to the group.

Glen quickly answered 'yes' and we got to our feet. i told him i had to pee. he covered the bill.

i didn't see Paul on the way out and was glad he didn't see me.

my place was a bit of a walk so we decided to grab a cab. Glen was awful at it. have you ever noticed how a boy couldn't get hit by a cab in New York but a man can pull one out of the sewer around the corner? (what's with that, anyway?)

all the lights were off in my place and i fumbled around in the darkness for a minute before Glen, surprisingly, hit the switch. little did i know that it was the most physically adept he would be tonight. it didn't matter, however, i've never found comfort in sex unencumbered by need.

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*line submitted by Liz. thanks, Liz!