Crazy Lions

Last night I decided to join my friends Emma and Nick for some drinks. We went to a place called the crossing where we paid too much for beer, and Emma successfully caught the attention of a guy I had been eyeing. Upon these facts, we decided it was a good time to move on to another bar and we ended up at the ever so ridiculous Uncle Fatty's.
Now, I had no idea that on Thursdays the bar hosts "beer" pong tournaments and has $1 beers, but I was very happy with the new information. I had a beer and went to sign myself up to play in the tournament. Since Emma and Nick weren't going to be playing, I asked the woman if there was any other singles looking for a partner. She informed me there was one and said she would send him my way.

Within moments, an attractive man with a rather large nose (do not judge, but big noses are a weakness for me) walked up. He introduced himself as Ryan, however due to intoxication and a loud bar I shouted back, "Your name is LION?" He looked at me like I was insane and corrected me. Nick, trying to be an ever-faithful wing man; decided this was the time to tell my new partner that I was "Crazy".
The look in his eye seemed to say he was regretting coming over, but he instead asked me what our team name should be. My response was, "Well obviously it should be 'Crazy Lions'." He looked at me to make sure I was serious- which I was- and then went to get our name tags.
Over the next couple of hours we started talking for "teammate comradery, and then we started kissing- which is also very important when trying to get acquainted with your new "beer" pong teammate. Emma and Nick ended up leaving, and after winning two games Ryan asked if I would like to leave as well. I agreed and we went to look for a cab.
As we stood outside, I looked at him and said point blank: "I'm not sleeping with you tonight." He looked at me with a bit of surprise in his eyes, grabbed my hand and said okay.

We got back to his place, where my favorite part of nights like these happened: the pulling together of pajamas for me to sleep in. I love getting to put on boys over-sized sweat pants and tee-shirts, even if they do belong to almost strangers.
Moving on, we climbed into bed where I promptly fell asleep on him. I probably drooled too, as I was that tired. However, within an hour we were both up and fooling around. This lasted all night until 7:30 when he took me downstairs, cooked me breakfast and watched "Saved by the Bell- the College Years" with me.
He got ready to go into work for a couple of hours, but insisted that I stay and sleep until he got home. Although this vaguely reminded me of an episode of "Sex and the City" and it should have completely freaked me out, I allowed him to tuck me in and I fell asleep for four glorious hours.
Upon his arrival back, he laid down in the bed with me and things started heating up. Although I wasn't opposed to something happening, I was a bit concerned as I had had no intentions of going home with someone and in result, had not shaved in several days. So when he went for my pants, I leapt into the air as if he had electrocuted me. I embarrassingly explained the situation and told him if he had a razor I could fix the problem really quick.
And that is how Nicole ended up shaving her legs in some guy's bathroom sink.

What happened next was rather enjoyable and full of enough energy that the bed broke beneath us. I hung on for dear life as I began to slide off of the bed, and then we flipped to the other side, which was now standing at a 45 degree angle. After the deed was done, we did some investigation work which showed that the metal frame had literally bent in half.
In other words, Ryan is buying himself a brand new bed frame.

To end the day, he took me out to lunch and walked me home where he asked to see me again. A huge smile played across my face as I walked back into my apartment.

I guess what I am trying to say is that I should always sign up to play "beer" pong alone.