I felt unsteady when I first got to my feet. Whoever the guy from last night was, he knew his way around a mattress, that's for sure. I hadn't felt like this in a long time. The last guy I let take me home from a bar was a little lackluster in the sack.
I wobbled for a moment until my legs no longer felt like jelly then I continued toward the bathroom. As I walked across my hardwood floor I noticed that my floor was less messy than usual after nights like this past one. I could see that the clothes that I had been wearing were in the hamper, underwear and socks included.
"Huh, whoever he is, at least he is tidy."
I continue walking to the bathroom then, less wobbly but still achy, in a good way.
But, what I saw in the bathroom when I stepped in made me pause and do a double take. I had been heading straight for the tap to turn on the water but I had caught sight of myself in the mirror.
