I Wouldn't be With You, Even if I Wanted to Be (Steve-O Love Story)

The lights were blinding and the air was hot with sweaty bodies. I was grinding up against some stranger. The song ended and I untangled myself from the guy's arms. He was reluctant to let go, but I wasn't going to lead him on any longer. This guy was for dancing with, not going home with. Finally pulling away from him I stumbled towards the packed bar. All I had to do was twirl my hair and bat my eyes and I had the bartender's undivided attention. I even earned myself 2 free drinks. Drunk and full of energy I headed back to the dance floor. I started to dance with some random guy. I didn't see his face, but it's not like I would be able to tell who he was anyways. My vision was totally fucked. Our dancing got pretty steamy as he kissed my neck and shoulders. "Let's go to my place" he said into my ear as he continued to kiss along my jawline. He pulled out of the club and we got into a large van. It seemed like it could fit 20 people, but it was just the two of us. It seemed so familiar, but I was too drunk to even know my own name. Some time later we arrived at a fucking mansion!! Once again it seemed extremely familiar, but I couldn't put the pieces together. He led me into the dark house.We kissed all the way up the stairs and into another dark room. Clothes were strewn everywhere like someone had been getting ready and had trouble finding the perfect outfit. Before I knew it I left just in my revealing undergarments. The rest of the night was a hot, sweaty blur. One thing I do remember is that it's the best I've ever felt in my 23 years of life. I've never felt this way in my entire life. This guy was just great! Sadly it wouldn't be happening again. I mean it's a one night stand, not a committed relationship. If it went like it usually does I'd wake up early, sneak out, then we'd never see each other again period. If I was lucky there'd be a round two in the morning.