I may have already told this story, but I took a risk that ended up being a very good thing. I was out with a friend one night drinking -- and I was WASTED. Beyond wasted. Crazy wasted. I ended up doing the eye contact thing with a cutie across a crowded bar. This went on for a while. Eventually, when he didn't approach me, I got sick of it and approached him. I have no idea what I said. We ended up hanging out and talking. I ended up getting a ride home from him because my friend had left earlier. We sat in the car for hours, talking and maybe kissing a little.
At some point, my drunk ass said, "I'm going on vacation next week. Why don't you come with me."
We made a plan to meet the next week, and didn't even exchange numbers. We met the next week and I was relieved that, while sober, I still thought he was cute. We talked for a few minutes, made a plan, and went on a road trip that lasted for 5 days.
Now my "risk" and I are planning to take another risk, and move halfway across the country.
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