Warmed by the alcohol in my system, I made my way through the dark streets, stumbling slightly every now and then. Sober me would have been terrified, but drunk me relished in the looks of the men passing by, shooting them quick gazes and flirtatiously playing with the hem of my skirt. However, my confidence quickly dwindled whenever a man stopped to speak with me, since I wasn’t actually intending on doing anything, but usually they left rather quickly when I purposefully slurred my words a bit more to deter them; it both surprised and pleased me to see how many decent men there were around, all of them so quick to leave a drunk girl be.
Eventually though, there was a guy I couldn’t shake so easily. It had been bound to happen, but I’d simply hoped it wouldn’t. He offered to walk me home and since he wouldn’t leave and seemed nice enough, I agreed. Drunk me didn’t know any better, so I even told him my address. He simply nodded.