One night last summer, I went out drinking and came home around 2:30. I was watching TV for a while and started to doze off. All of a sudden I got a call from this girl I knew in Palo Alto, at like, 4:00 in the morning. The call woke me up and a was a bit disoriented and still buzzed from the alcohol. She actually just got home from a night of drinking as well, and I guess she didn’t want the night to end.
She kept asking me to come over, and I kept telling her that I was still kind of drunk and that I didn’t want to drive 30 minutes and risk getting a DUI or even passing out on the wheel. I wasn’t even sure what was going to happen if I went over there; we’ve only messed around a little bit in the past. So after a few minutes of her trying to convince me to drive all the way over there, and me not wanting to risk it without even knowing the outcome, she groaned, “Peter! Just COME OVER. I wanna fuuuuuuuck…”
That took me by surprise. All I could muster up was, “what?” And then she immediately replied, “No, I didn’t mean that… but just come over please…” That was pretty much all I needed to hear to bring me to my horny senses.
I told her I would get there as soon as possible. I got off the phone and starting putting on my clothes when my stomach started to rumble. Fuck. I had to take a shit. It wasn’t one of those regular shits either. It was one of those where you sit there and it feels like there’s always more waiting to come out. I ended up sitting on the toilet for 15 goddamn minutes.
After I was done, I raced over to 7-11 to pick up some condoms. I parked and ran to the door. There was a sign – Closed For An Hour For Cleaning. What. The. Fuck. One of the few times I ever desperately needed anything from 7-11 and it was closed. So I drove over to the Safeway, ran around the aisles looking for the condoms, and headed to the cashier. As always, in the middle of the night, there was no one there. So I started yelling out “HELLOOO” to get some attention.
The night employee casually strolled toward the open register a few minutes later. I bought my things, and looked at my watch. Just wasted 30 fucking minutes taking a shit and buying condoms. Finally, I started heading over to Palo Alto, which was another 30 minute drive. I was so pre-occupied about trying to get to her place, that I didn’t realize it would’ve been an hour since we last spoke, until I finally arrive in front of her apartment.
Anxiously, I started calling her. She didn’t pick up. Called her a few more times. No answer. I ended up calling her about 10 times and leaving her a few voice messages and a text, in a span of 10 minutes. It also took me that long from being completely excited, to end up being in absolute despair. After my last call, I realized nothing was going to come out of this. So I ended up driving home. Feeling defeated. With 20 pack of unused condoms in a Safeway bag in the passenger seat. At 5:00 in the morning. At the beginning of a beautiful sunrise. Only I would go through such a trek and end up in this type of situation. Welcome to my life.