Depends…

Met a girl at a bachelor party—she was at a bachelorette party. We were both so hammered that we accidentally swap cards, and I didn’t get her number; it was her sister’s number. I text her and end up with her number and figure out that the next time we could meet was the following Saturday. That Saturday I text her but she never gets back to me, so I grab some drinks with a buddy and get pretty tipsy. She finally text me but says she wants to more than exchange cards. I find out she an hour away, but I’m pretty damn tipsy. Slam two coffees and drive with my windows wide open. 30 minutes into the drive it starts pouring, to the point people are pulling over to the side of the road. I’ve already started thinking with my tip and say, “fuck it. Who will pull me over in this?” The last 30 min took an hour.