July 3, 2002
I hate drunken late night hookups; they leave you feeling weird the next day. Sloppy, bad sex with someone who you deep down can't really stand but know you can bed, and the next day you try and think of ways to avoid that person until sufficient time has passed so that the awkwardness is gone. Not to say I never have these, because without them I'd be a monk, no shit. But there has to be something more fulfilling than nailing some skank and trying to avoid each other until the next 1:15 am "What are you doing?" call.