J has had yet another 'awkward one-night-stand etiquette' moment. All J wants is casual sex, but for whatever reason life just can't be that simple. She was also hoping her transition to being friends with B again would be simple, but B has started bailing on their plans and J can see their friendship disappearing just as it did the first time.
Last night she hooked up and had sex in a park with a guy who seemed like her kind of bloke: long wild hair, a love for The Ramones and a way of moving his tongue that had J going weak at the knees. She probably should have heard alarm bells when he told her he'd only recently broken up with his ex of four years but she was drunk and so she wasn't really listening. They chatted for a bit, made out and then headed to the park. While they were having sex he told her he loved her. They'd known each other a total of two hours. J ignored the comment. Perhaps he was imaging having sex with his ex and if he was, that was really no concern of hers. But then he looked her right in the eye and asked, "Do you love me too?" J freaked. She got up, put on her clothes and ran for her life. That's just not the sort of thing you say to a girl like J. Ever. He yelled after her for her number but she just kept on running, and praying that she would never see him again.
She ended up sharing a cab home with a middle-aged man who fortunately paid for the trip, although he did spend the entire time whining about his marriage break-up and even started shedding a few tears at one point. J and the taxi driver just made sympathetic noises and hoped the drive would be over soon.
What is it with the men of today?