Submitted by Dustin:
I met Christina while volunteering at a local charity dinner. We hit it off and she invited me to drinks with her and her friends after the charity event, I accepted and we had a blast.
We continued to talk all week and we also hung out a few times. She was several years older than I – I’m 24 and she said she was 28 – but I figured that age was just a number. Besides, she definitely knew how to have a good time.
The following week was Halloween and Christina invited me to her sister’s birthday costume party. I thought it was a bit strange to be invited to a family event, but Christina's stepfather was actually quite wealthy and the party was going to be held in one of the nicest hotels in the city. I didn't really want to pass up that opportunity.
It was a dance party in the hotel bar. Christina informed me that she had actually reserved an extra room at the hotel for her and I (and another female friend of hers) to crash in if the party went crazy and we were too inebriated to drive home.
The night began and I had a blast drinking champagne and top-shelf liquor. Over the course of the night Christina became hammered and I learned plenty of details about her life.
"I have two kids," she began, "But they don't live with me because I'm unemployed, stressed out, and, let's face it, I need a break from them."
She took another drink and went on, "I've been divorced twice: my first ex tried to kill me, but it didn't work. My second ex is still one of my best friends, and I tell him each day that I love him..."
Finally, she confessed, "I'm really 32."
All of this information was news to me, and I was planning an exit strategy. Unfortunately I was too drunk to flat out leave, so I told Christina that I was going to pass out in the reserved hotel room.
"That's fine," she replied. "I'm gonna stay a bit longer."
Thinking that it was no big deal, I fell asleep in the hotel room.
An hour later, the phone rang. It was Christina. "You need to come back to the party. My brother just gave me mushrooms for the first time. You have to come babysit me."
When I arrived back at the party, I offered to take her to the hotel room to go to bed. She got really mad at me for asking her to leave and she demanded that I stay. I told her I was not going to stay and that I was actually going to pack up my things and call a cab.
The next day she texted me to ask me if it was over. I didn’t dignify the question with a response.
Submitted by Dustin: