Bad Decision?

So I guess it is a relative term overall. But let's put it this way. I am not a girl filled with much guilt. Regret and guilt just aren't emotions that I find value in, so I don't really feel them. I love moments, and the memories that moments create. That's how I live. Most of you know that.

This summer I am being a bit of a vagabond. Spent some time on the coast of South Caroline, then down in Florida. But you know you never win a battler with mother. By mother, I mean Mother nature, and there is this pesky storm thing down that way, if you haven't heard. That little storm made it time to relocate. (Thank you all for all of the offers! I love how giving you guys are!) So I hopped on a plane and headed west (not too far). My girlfriend, Lauren had been out spending part of the summer with me along the coast, but she headed home for a bit, so it was just me on the plane headed to meet the next friendly guy who was putting me up and letting me explore his city.

He isn't expecting me until this weekend, but I always kind of like a few days to settle into a place and just vibe a bit. Some you recall a few nights I spent in a van on a beach before meeting my friends, and other times like that. Same plan here. I get off the plane, grab an Uber and have him help me figure out which bar area to hit. My Uber driver deserves a bigger tip (and I really am a great tipper!). I am not sure it is hard in this town to find good bars, but he hit it right and I instantly was in my zone. Dancing, drinking, meeting talking, flirting, glowing, having a blast. Turns out the firecracker that caught my eye this night was a tall (not hard to be taller than me) brunette with these gorgeous deep brown eyes with a hint of green if you stared hard enough, legs to absolutely die for, tits that I didn't fully comprehend how amazing they were until later, and an ability to make me shiver when she touched my neck as she kissed me.

And that is why I never book a hotel room when I go to a new city (unless I know I will need it at some point). She invited me home, said her husband was traveling all week. A quick 1:43 am stop at a liquor store and our clothes didn't stay on past the hallway from her garage. Naked touching, kissing, pouring more vodka in glasses and on each other, sticky feet from vodka on the floor, wet breasts from vodka licked up, smelly fingers that went wandering, and eventually we make it to her room. I never asked her how long it had been since she was with another woman, but by the voracious way she ate into me, I would say a while, and I would say her bi side is strong and slightly repressed in normal life! My gawd that girl could match my energy level! We drank and screwed until I think we passed out after we started hearing birds chirp outside. And then it all turned sideways.

There is nothing like waking up to screaming in a small room. Check that. There is nothing like waking up to alarmed screaming when you drank about two or three times as much as you should have and you are tired as hell. Walk I woke up to was her parents walking in on us. Oh yes, hot night, no covers, so there we were, both naked (and hairless if you know what I mean) as the day we were born. Wrapped up together, in her marital bed. You see, we way overslept, the alarm was going off on her phone. She had not shown up to work. Her job got concerned since she hadn't called. She interned there in college before she was married so her emergency contact was her mom. When work called, the parentals got worried. When they got worried, they drove over. Us being drunk and horny, well, we didn't lock the door behind us. They came in and found us.

So let's set the stage here. Older parents. Deep southern conservatives. Zero clue their beloved perfect daughter was bi. No other gay relatives or associates. A deep believe that girl on girl love is a sin. Daughter is, by all appearances, happily married to a very nice man. Let's just say we did not wake up to a good scene. Covers are not even still on the bed. So we can't even pull them up. Mom is screaming, dad is talking serious and staring. Hayley starts freaking out. I notice that dad has a semi going on and I start laughing. Mom tells me it's not funny, Hayley slaps my arm. Mom starts at me, yelling and finger pointing about what I did to her daughter and had I d**gged her and well, all kinds of things I may not repeat. Dad asks is hubby knows, she say no. He says he will, because this isn't right, it's deceitful. Mom starts crying, Hayley grabs a pillow and covers up and hugs mom and starts crying...... and oh yeah that's not the end of it. Yes, mom and dad are freaked out and there perfect world is shattered. Yes, Hayley is about to have to come out to her husband. Yes, I have zero clue where to find my clothes, where I am and where I should go now. Yes, I just had one of the best nights I have ever had with another woman and now I am pretty sure it is not happening again. Yes, dad falls to the ground grabbing his chest and moaning.

So, I think it is fair to ask if the night was a bad decision overall, right?

(FYI... it was anxiety, not a heart attack and dad is fine.)