Weslyn, I know we don't know each other. But I'll be honest, I wouldn't feel okay if I let you stay at that party tonight knowing I can do something about it. You are really drunk and I just want to make sure you get home safe.
well arent u some kind of night in shining armor
No, I'm not. I just want to help. Send me your location, Weslyn.
I don't want you to know where i live
It's an honest response, and one I will totally respect the boundary of because I know how foreign this situation is.
11:07pm
You won't have to tell me your destination, only where you're at right now. You can give your home address to the driver. I won't know where you live. I promise.
I wait, eager for her to listen. But there's nothing much I can do if she chooses not to and I would understand why. A few minutes pass, I watch the phone for any signal that she's texting, but then before I know it, her location comes through.
11:10pm
I type the address into the rideshare app and wait for the information to process before sending her another text.
11:13pm
Thank you, Weslyn. Your driver will be waiting for you in twenty minutes at the front door. Black SUV.
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Weslyn
He keeps using my name. It's making my already fuzzy brain even fuzzier and it's crawling its way to my heart too. I stumble out of the bathroom after sending him my location feeling really strange about letting him do what he's doing for me, but I won't deny that I got myself into this situation and I'd really like to get home tonight.
Besides, I feel like my buzz is fading quickly now that I realize what I'm about to do, and I know exhaustion will invade me soon. So I grab a water bottle from the kitchen before I wander outside and wait for theUber.
11:24pm
im outside now
He's not far now. About eight minutes out.
Thank you.
Wow. I get a capital letterfinally.
Im so sorry for this
Do not apologize, Weslyn. You were just having fun. These things happen.
please stop using my name
I'm sorry. I didn't know it was bothering you.
It's not. the opposite actually.
What do you mean?
What do I mean?Do I tell him the truth? That when he types out my name, I wonder what his voice sounds like when he speaks it, what he'll looks like when he looks at me and says it. How I might want that. For him to look at me or say my name out loud. I know it's a crazy idea. And maybe it's the alcohol talking, but the thoughts are there and they're confusing me.
11:31pm
Weslyn…
