Le Freak out

To set the scene....the latin lover and me were lying in bed after a rather fun session watching Die Hard With a Vengeance realizing that this was probably one of, if not the, last night we'd be in such a compromising position without being caught. Things were going well, i was enjoying the fact that he actually was cuddling with me rather than running out the door and making me feel alittle slutty.

Suddenly out of NOWHERE he starts asking me my view on prochoice and abortion! And to top it off he goes to me: "If you ever were, you know, pregnant, call me. I may be a jerk and be like what the fuck are we going to do?! but i mean call me."

Where the hell did that come from?!

Theres a variety of options as to why he could have possibly thought of this:

-While Bruce and Samuel L Jackson were beating the shit out of the guys on the boat he must have mistaken the bad guys as baby fetuses.

-He thought Bruce was looking a little preggo.

-This was his way of confirming the fact that yes, i've gained weight this summer off of fried shit and soda.

Other than that I can't really explain why, after having sex, you would talk about pregnancy!? ESPECIALLY with the fling ending in a week and a half. Talk about freaaaaaky.

So that led me to get very drunk at the bar, flirt with another guy while listening to Winston and Tim jam and ended up kissing said guy. Talk about slutty. Luckily I was in the dark of the yard in the back of the restaurant when said kiss happened so rumors aren't circulating. Sadly, he wasn't as good of a kisser as the latin lover. Which is too bad because hes cute and actually lives in Manhattan.

Not that that would stop me from seeing him again.

I'm so getting myself into trouble this summer. We were discussing at the bar my lush tendencies, which is quite ironic seeing how i was sitting in a bar when we were having this conversation. We reminisced over my exorcism of room 128 (i do work at Hotel Hell) after having way too many glasses of heroin--i mean heron--and my nights of baileys, the crack (yes we name our wine after drugs) and martinis. And how i live at that friggin bar.

Hi, my name is Ashley, and I lived in Montauk all summer.