I had woken up the next day to see that she was gone. That's when I realized I hadn't asked for her name or her number. I literally knew nothing about the girl who took my virginity while I took hers.
END OF FLASHBACK
Sitting in my office now, I wasn't sure if I wanted to find her or forget about her. I was already 31, sooner or later, I'd have to look for a partner to spend the rest of my life with. What better candidate will that be than the woman who made my heart race for the first time.
Even if I saw her outside, I won't even be able to recognize her; I had only seen her face in a dim room when both of us were blinded by lust to even care about what each other looked like.
A detail from the night flashed on my mind: the way she kissed me, the look in her eyes, the feel of her lip
