The night

One Friday night, after a very stressful week at work, I decided to go out and relax a little. I called a friend and we made plans to go somewhere to dance and maybe meet some women.

We danced a lot that night. Although I wasn't the best dancer, I managed well with a few steps. We met two women with whom we chatted in between drinks and dances.

I ended up spending the night with one of them in a hotel. However, I must admit that I'm not a fan of motels because they give off the impression that we're only there for one purpose: sex. Even though that was indeed our intention, some women might feel uncomfortable thinking that we're judging them negatively. In short, we had a few drinks, had conversations, had sex and then slept.

The next morning, we went to the hotel’s cafeteria for breakfast, which is another advantage hotels have over motels. We had enjoyable conversations and both appreciated each other's company. We exchanged phone numbers so we could see each other again and I dropped her off at her house before heading to work.

Despite my attempts to call her several times afterward, all I heard was: "The number you dialed doesn't receive calls or doesn't exist." I never saw her again.