I spent Friday night drunk and making out with a Scottish silver fox after my fiancé didn’t come out with me. I hate that I did it, and at the dame time I loved that first kiss feeling and feeling so wanted. I keep playing what he said to me while we were out over in my head, “where did you come from?” Like I have this aura radiating off me. I’m also paranoid that my coworker saw this and will end our friendship. Not that they would be in the wrong for doing so, but I’m just so mad at myself. I shouldn’t have gotten so drunk. I shouldn’t have given in to temptation.