Brrrrrrng! My eyes open immediately the alarm rings. I hit stop, as I get up, heading for the shower. I begin to wash my hair, trying hard to keep out the memories of last night, as I focus on massaging my scalp.

"I don't like women."

"I don't like women."

"I don't like women."

"I don't like women."

"I don't like women."

"Ah, shit." I hit the wall. "Should I blame it on the alcohol?" I ask, as though I was waiting for some divine answer to fall from above. It was the first time I'd ever kissed a man. It hurt my pride that I'd gotten rejected almost immediately....