A Night to Remember with Mr Stranger

The most embarrassing night of my life occurred last night.

That girl was me.

You remember the woman who was excessively drunk while celebrating her 30th birthday with her two best friends, both of whom are now happily married? And the more I drank, the more I wanted to celebrate by acting irrationally.

I'm referring to the attractive and seductive man in a suit who is standing close to the bar when I say irresponsible. Tall, dark, and attractive-you know the sort. Although I was certain that he was out of my league, I had exactly the right amount of drink to make such things irrelevant. Although I'm not overweight, you can tell that I enjoy french fries, so there's that.

He drove me home, where I had the sexiest birthday ever. Well, until it abruptly came to a screaming halt.

Nothing compares to being stopped in the middle of a ride by a small voice saying, "What are you doing to my dad?"

Just murder me now, I told myself.

It turns out that my new landlord is the man I bullied at the rodeo.