So thankful I went to his apartment, pretty sure there was a hand guiding me from above.
I messed up pretty bad that night, don’t remember much at all about the party but I did take some things given to me and started feeling really fuzzy headed. My flee instinct kicked in I guess because I ended up several floors from the party and just knocked on a door asking for help.
He let me in, according to him it was around eleven and I told him that I was scared and wanted a place to sleep. He took me to his spare bedroom and said I could sleep in there and luckily for me I did. I woke up panicked though, had no clue where I was at and alone so I went out of the bedroom and saw a bathroom across the hall. I came out a few minutes later and he cheerfully asked if I wanted some coffee or juice, we began talking about last night and I thanked him for not taking advantage of me.
No romantic start for us, I never saw him again, he was just a great person that took care of me when I fell and I was forever thankful.
