"About Last Night..."

The allure, the thrill of the hunt, the excitement of the chase.

The lust, the passion, the moment, the night

Then the morning?

Restless sleep, tossing and turning and the silent prayers begging for an absent bed

A one night stands seem like a great idea when you've downed a couple of martinis and dancing up close to some hottie beer goggles provided you with, but remember, you have two alternatives upon your morning rise: either you turn over and make awkward conversation with the dragon sunshine has revealed to you, or you wake up alone after last nights' fling slips away in the wee hours.

The cost to wake up alone? Some would argue, priceless.

No one really wants to awake to last night's events staring across from them with sleep filled eyes. However, there is that element of fear that precedes for brief moments when you first awake and last nights lay has disappeared amongst the morning fog, thus forcing you to arise and stumble still half drunk to sort through your belongings and ensure that everything is left as it was.

Double check... triple check iPod? Loose cash? DVD player? Lap top?

You can now choose between having the relief that the person opted to leave as long as it is worth the fear that on their flee they pocketed an item or two.

This was a topic of conversation one evening as I sat with friends on a random curb enjoying the warm summer night and people watching in Yorkville (nothing better). A newly single acquaintance was explaining his expeditions while on the dating scene, and mentioned how a night with a young woman led to the mysterious disappearance of a thousand dollars and an iPod. We asked in disbelief if he had ever tried to contact the scandalous thief, and to our surprise he said it was worth waking up alone than ever pursuing the matter. Instead of having to face the situation, he was quite content with writing it off as an expense.

Why is the first concern material objects rather than the missing body next to us?

Ah, because the materials now hold more precedent than last night's statistic.

Forget a scale of 1 thru 10; was last night's fling worth an iPod or just a pack of butts?

And who said romance was dead?

By Lauren Shirreffs

Lauren Shirreffs, Dazed And Amused
		About the author:
		Having graduated from Fitness and Health Promotion, Lauren then completed a Fashion Marketing and Merchandising program. Still hungry for more education, she studied Italian, took creative writing, attended poetry readings and read Plato, adopting his mantra as her own: “knowledge is power”.  A perpetual learner and hopeless romantic, Lauren has traveled Europe and now calls  London, England home.  A brave soul moving to a country in the depths of a credit crunch, she documents random occurrences on her blog, contemplates love and dating on WOMAN.ca, and divides her time between writing, more writing and of course, travel.
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