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Your One Night Stand Forgot Your Name. Now What?

Right. So the unthinkable has happened. It’s a Saturday night and you’ve decided to go out. Your friends always go out, and they seem to have a good time, so it can’t be too bad, can it? After paying too much entry fee into a club that’s so dirty there’s cockroaches in the sink, there’s one of two ways to get over the fact that the club is full of 18-year-olds who stomp on your feet without saying sorry. It’s time to find a one night stand. It’s either that, or drinking away your troubles and who knows how much alcohol that will take.

After spending half of your night waiting to be served by the overworked bartender, you’ve managed to find a random to make out with and maybe go home with. Believe it or not, you killed two birds with one stone. You’ve managed to get a drink and a person in one go. Depending on your stance on one night stands, you can either just make out with them and run away or decide to go home with them. If making out and running away is all you’re comfortable with, that’s okay! Some people hate one night stands.


However, if your stance on one night stands is a positive one, there’s nothing wrong with going back to that random’s place. You remember him! He complimented you in the super long drink line. He’s such a babe in your alcohol infused brain that you see no issue with making out with him in a corner.

You’ve turned into one of ‘those’ people. Being one of ‘those’ people is something that is admired and met with annoyance at the same time. It’s kind of like ‘yeah we’re glad you hooked up but do you have to do it so publicly?’ This is something that your friends agree with, as they thought you were going to stay sober and drive their drunken bodies through Maccas drive thru and order them McNuggets.


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It doesn’t really matter what everyone else thinks though, as you’ve left the club and poured yourself into a taxi. They can judge you in the morning (although if they’re really your friends, they’ll be accepting of your choices and let you make whatever decisions you want to). The taxi driver gets to his place with ease, and surprisingly, he pays. That was nice of him.

I mean, the sex is what you’re expecting. You’re both pretty drunk, so it’s not groundbreaking or earth shattering, but at the same time, it’s pretty decent. When it’s over, you’re drunkenly mumbling if you can stay over, but considering he’s already asleep and you don’t know where you are so you just wing it and roll over.

The next morning, your head is pounding and you realise that you’re not in your bed. It’s a weird feeling, but not as bad as your headache that’ll only get worse if you don’t get some Maccas breakfast as soon as possible. It’s when you stumble into the kitchen that there’s this boy looking up at you from over his cereal with a quizzical expression. It hits you. He doesn’t remember your name. He can’t introduce you to his mates who have crashed on the couch because he doesn’t KNOW YOUR NAME.

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Key thing is not to panic. Sure, it’s awkward initially, but nothing a quick introduction to the housemate can’t fix. That’s what happens when you go home with a person from a nightclub. There’s nothing wrong with doing this, but just be prepared for all of the potentially awkward moments that it’ll bring the next day. If you’re lucky, you’ll get Maccas on the way home and laugh about it with your friends. That’s all you can really do.