Walk of Shame

In anticipation of a road trip of 6 that includes among other PhD, her BF (its his 29th!) and RC. I thought I share the story of why RC and I never made it past the making out on the couch portion of our relationship.

It was Christmas. There was a party at PhD's. Her BF kept my wine glass full.

RC and I stole kisses in the master bedroom as the evening progressed (I later swore to PhD that all 4 of our feet stayed on the ground at all times!).

As the night drew to a close RC convinced me it would be best if I went back to his place to sleep. I agreed.

However when we got there things didn't go as he had planned. After a few mintues of kissing we both passed out. And thats when things went downhill.

In the morning we were both a little worse for wear. He was more then a little. I attempted to snuggle. No reation. Not no movement, no sound, nothing. Eventually he mentioned he had a headache but refused my offer of advil. I improvised and ran my fingers through his hair. Again Nothing. No reaction. (I love it when someone runs their fingers through my hair!).

I decided it was time to go. As I was locating my belongings he asked:

"Do you want me to walk you out?" (yes)

"Its okay, you don't have to" (but you should)

He didn't and I walked up to meet my friends for breakfast alone.