It wasn’t until I’d walked halfway across the parking lot that I realized: 1. I wasn’t wearing shoes.  A. Or a shirt. 2. I didn’t bring my keys                        A. Or anything really. 3. I’d just left a complete stranger in my apartment.                        A. Naked.Whoever said one-night stands were supposed to be simple with no strings attached had clearly never met the disaster that was me.
Cora Carmack, Losing It
humor, one-night-stand