One night stands

I didn't even have to open my eyes to know what had happened.

I opened my eyes and saw him. 42 years old, bald, sleeping. When I moved to try to make him wake up he opened his eyes and I knew he felt exactly as I did: "What the fuck just happened? Why are you here?". We knew the alcohol was as strong as we thought it would be and when we opened our eyes we had that feeling as if we had been defeated by a bad habit once again.

But there was no guilt. No embarassment, no awkwardness. It was just as if we looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders and said "Well, it happens, all the good for you!".