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#ONE NIGHT STAND STORIES CODE#
TheJournal.ie supports the work of the Press Council of Ireland and the Office of the Press Ombudsman, and our staff operate within the Code of Practice. I wonder if he ever told his girlfriend? Or if he just awarded me that respect and impure honesty? He should have let me go, happily or unhappily with my one-night-stand, and not get me caught up in his cheating mess. I didn’t ask for his number – or get upset that he didn’t want mine. There was no onus on him to tell me the next morning. Simon is introduced to a great new smartphone app that almost guarantees easy hook ups with. To make me feel that I had done something wrong with him. Was it my job to check if he was single? Was I naive to presume he was? No, it wasn’t and I wasn’t. It only took that question to change my guilt to annoyance. “Did I not ask him did he have a girlfriend?” I thought, racking my brain back through the dancing, the drinking and the initial chat-up line.īut hold on. I was not dreaming of getting to know my bedfellow or walking hand-in-hand down Howth pier. I needed to be on my couch with a cup of tea, as soon as possible. At that point, the idea of getting back into the high heels had whipped my mind back into real life. There was a suggestion of breakfast but we decided against it and he offered a lift home. Oddly enough, we had a change of heart the next morning.
We were both a bit reluctant, even in our hazy drunkenness, to cross the finish line so we went to sleep. We had a drink, fooled around some and then went to bed. Laughing being the best game-plan, we ended up in the same taxi. Later in the night, he came over to pull me on the dance floor. First impressions were: funny, smart and good-looking (great hair). I was out at a fancy party with a big group of friends and got chatting to a guy outside.