Update: 40 days

It was a perfect Sunday evening.  A new hot spot in town with my best friend and her family.  I was accidentally drunk off of good beer.  I tasted them all.  The music was good, the conversation was good, the people watching was excellent.  It was a good time.  I still had every intention of completing my 40 days.  I was almost done.  Only 14 or so left.  I was okay with going home alone.  I was doing my best to not be the flirty girl that I normally am.  I even turn downed an offer that had been presented to me.  "I don't want sex, I just want to cuddle."

I was proud of myself.

Then it happened.  He walked in with his cut off rock and roll t-shirt, swim trunks, and equally obnoxious shoes.  His body wreaked of chlorine like cheap cologne.  I went over to say hello.  We hugged.  I still had no intentions of breaking my streak.  We talked about the going on's of our lives and laughed.  I teased him about his glorious fashion sense, and complimented his dimples.  He was embarrassed and flattered.

Here is where the lines start to blur.  I asked him if I could have one of his cigarettes.  He had cowboy killers, I have a hard time turning those down.  On our way out the door to smoke, I knew my quest to 40 days was quickly going to end.  "Can we make out while we're out there too?  I've always wanted to make out with you."  (hahaha.  Sure.)  THAT was all it took. 

He was an excellent kisser.  So when he asked if I would bring him home, naturally I said yes.  "Does this mean we are going to fuck?"  (hahaha.  The straight-forward approach to all of this was really refreshing.)  He snuck me into his parent's home and we had amazing sex.  I woke his father.  I left without saying goodbye, before the sun came up to avoid making eye contact with pops.

I do not feel bad that I did not complete my quest to 40 days.  It was worth it.  No regrets.