Around my 21st/22nd birthday I go out to this bar/clubish sort of spot with some friends. One friend brought along a friend she worked with. She was very cute so I tried talking with her. When she danced I tried dancing with her. I'm not sure if she was drunk and just kept running all over the place of if she kept trying to lose me and I kept following, but I stuck around her.

Time comes to leave and everyone seems to have disappeared but us, including the person she was crashing with that night, so I say she can come home with me. We take a cab to my neighborhood, stop at a local all night diner for some food, and proceed to have the best "mini-date" I've ever had. Granted we were both drunk, but we had a lot of fun talking and at one point a mix-up with an entire plate of just straight up pickles I had ordered for some drunken reason sent us into a breath taking fit of laughter disturbing the rest of the customers.

Anyway went get my to my place. I warn her to keep it down because my parents are asleep, show her my bed, say good night and crash on the couch.

I woke up in the morning pretty mortified. I realized that was probably not what she expected. Thing is it hadn't even crossed my mind the night before. She was lost in the city, didn't have a place to sleep and I didn't want anything bad to happen to her so I offered her a place to sleep.

We talked a bit in the morning and she gave me her number before she left. I thought it was just out of politeness and was still super embarrassed so I never called and never ran into her again. But I still remember laughing over that plate of pickles and she hope never took me not calling personally. I would have if I hadn't convinced myself she didn't actually want me to.