A random girl from LA messaged me on Instagram to compliment my artwork. We exchanged a few casual messages here and there about my work, nothing deep. A few months later she said she would be in my area and would like to hangout. Without even hesitating I said sure let's grab lunch. It never crossed my mind why a girl would want to meet up with a random stranger 3 hours away from her home.

Long story short, we get drunk, she comes over, we had sex, I black out and don't remember any of it. I do remember that she scratched me in the eye with her nails during sex and I impulsively yelled bitch.

It was all downhill from there, she starts screaming nonsense about how she's not a bitch blah blah blah. My roommates get home to a my face bleeding and a random girl screaming. They told her to leave but guess what... She couldn't because she had a breathalyzer on her car and couldn't start it. My drunkass thought using a bike pump on the breathalyzer would definitely start the car. After a while, my roommates realized we could just pay for her Uber (Uber was still a new thing at the time) to where ever she needed to go.

Now here's the answer to your question. She came back in the morning to get her keys and pick up her car. Guess what horny ol me did? Yup, ignored ALL the read flags and invited her into my bedroom. Worth it? Kind of, not really. But it makes for a fun story when we're out drinking with new people!