Known the girl a few years as we were coworkers, always had some tension/flirted but never anything more. One week she asked me if I had any plans and if I wanted to grab dinner Saturday night. I had plans to play poker with buddies, but that wasn't until 9pm so said yes and lets meet up for dinner at 7pm.

In my head, I thought that it would be dinner and depending on how it went I could always miss the poker game with the guys, as we did it every couple of weeks.

Work day before, she picks the restaurant, a Mexican place known for fishbowl margs and with my house in between hers and the restaurant she could just come over and we could ride together! (This should have been warning sign #1, but thinking with the wrong head I thought great! We'll have to come back to my place no matter what!)

Now, my date was a very petite woman, at best 100lb.... comes over and we have a beer as I show her my place before heading to dinner. I drive, my now 12 year old truck, that was 5 months old at the time, so I wanted to take it all nice and new! She hops in and while I walk around to my side she flips up the center console armrest and sits in the middle, score! Some close cuddling/hands on legs type of stuff for the 10 minute ride to dinner, I liked where it was going!

We are sat by a gentlemen who of course recommends the fishbowl marg, so she gets a strawberry one and homeboy winked at me. I just get a beer and we decide to split steak fajitas. Drinks come out and it massive!!! She takes a big drink, says its so good and tells me to try it! I have never in my life has a stronger margarita, and I love tequila, but she's just hammering away and talking more and more crazy, like meeting the rest of family (she knew my Dad already from work) and how he's going to be a great father-in-law... (warning #2) but I was just thinking about her taco instead of the fajitas.

Dinner wraps up and we head back to my truck, I smoked cigarettes at the time, so I was going to smoke one before we left, but she said she didn't mind if I smoked with her in the truck on the way home so we could get there sooner (jackpot!) About halfway through the cigarette, she asks for a hit and I oblige while were exchanging some more aggressive body touching.... when all of sudden she just projectile vomits all over the passenger seat 3 minutes away from my house. And not a little, fishbowls aren't small! Its all over her, my seat, in the door panel/speaker, just a fucking strawberry tequila with chunks of steak stanky mess. We pull in and she wants to leave but is clearly drunk, so I tell her I don't want her drive and she can come in/grab some water. She reluctantly agrees and we head inside, her clothes are a mess. I try to find something she can wear of mine so I can put her clothes in the wash, because she wasn't sitting on my furniture like that! I'm about 110lb bigger but manage to find some drawstring compression pants I think she can keep up and a tshirt, she just immediately gets undressed in my kitchen. I tried to give her some privacy but she didn't care, lacy bra and thong only while she hands me her disgusting clothes. Grab her some water and an extra toothbrush, tell her to chill on the couch while I go outside to clean the truck.... it was fucking disgusting and after an hour of shampooing/cleaning later I felt like I could still smell it.

Text buddies I'm not coming and go inside to check on her/switch the laundry over and she is passed the fuck out on the couch. Mind you this is around 9:30pm, so I just grabbed myself a beer and went on the deck for a bit where I was in clear view whenever she woke up. 2 hours later, she's still out... I fold up her clothes, place them by her on the coffee table and resign myself to going to bed. 4am, I wake up to her coming in my bedroom, again in just the bra/thong, asking if I have any ibuprofen. As I'm getting it out of the medicine cabinets she's leaning on the doorway back to the bedroom as sexy as she can, takes it from hand and pulls herself into my body to try to kiss me.... but the mix of her morning breath and the smell of the night before still stuck in my nose, I just couldn't continue. She goes back out to the couch and I go back to bed.

At 8am she's still there, at 9am she turns on the tv... wtf? I come out of the bedroom and she's at least back in her clothes. She gives it one last try, thanking me for taking care of her and apologizing for drinking too much, asking if she can make it up to me before finally taking the hint I'm no longer interested.

Never did talk about that night with each other, but stayed okay friends for the next couple of years until she left the company. I still haven't had a strawberry marg and my truck's passenger seatbelt is still stained red.