I woke up on a couch having blacked out the night before. I was three days into a new city and had gone out with a bartender, her boyfriend, and some of their friends and had a great time. There was a guy sleeping on another part of the couch. I remember thinking "he's really cute", with no idea of who he was or what his name was. Turns out he was the roommate of the people I'd been hanging out with and he'd joined us in our debauchery very late in the evening.

When the bartender's boyfriend woke up he asked if I wanted to see the town. I said yes and then his roommate asked if he could join because we'd mentioned food and he was hungry. We went to this tiny but packed sandwich shop/co-op for lunch. I remember being extremely overwhelmed and started getting really anxious. Roommate looked at me and said "you look lost." I said "kind of; i'm weird in crowds and there's just been a whole lot of 'new' this weekend." He told me the three best sandwiches they had and we kept talking.

I stalked him on facebook that night and sent him a message that just said "I liked talking with you. Here's my number."

A few days later I ended up back at their place after drinking out with bartender and her friends. He and I started talking again. Drunk me is charming, but also very no-bullshit. I told him I wanted to spend the night with him. I also apparently said "I'll warn you right now that if we have sex tonight there's a good chance I'll never speak to you again." I don't remember saying it but I believe it. I'm all down for one night stands but they stand no chance of ever being more than that. We just hung out that night. It was cool.

Anyway, haven't reached the "love of my life" part yet, but I've accidentally thought the L word a couple of times, and that's a big first for my young adult self.