Those Late Night Text

Stephanie...she is only a friend, text me about 3am. If it wasn't that I had to go to the bathroom, I would have never heard it. I wouldn't have heard it anyway cause I always keep my ringer, alert turned off, but I always check. Well, she text that she was out on a date in Manhattan, she is from the outer city area; she was out on a date and the guy is being ass holiest. Would I please come and get her & her car and drive her home. Mind you that time of night it will take me about 1 and a half hours to get there...I went. I had to see what state she was in.

Where she was at was down in The Village and the trains running down there are crazy sort of. Not to mention, the bars were closing and ALL the drunks were on the streets. Had to talk the guy into letting me in cause there was someone I was there to pick up and take home. Hearing that, he quickly unlocked the door. The female bartender says that she wish she had friends like me. Steph was in a bad state. Sloppy drunk comes to mind. After 20 minutes of trying to find her car, which I figured out she couldn't have parked it on the streets...a parking garage, after I search her pocketbook for the ticket. Then, not knowing where she lived at, again after searching for an address on her ID. Headed to her place...total time, 2 hrs.

She was somewhat coherent by then and was holding a half drunk convo with me. Want to know how a woman feels about you, let her spill her guts while she is drunk. I found out a lot too. Got to her home, made some coffee while she stumbled upstairs to her bedroom. Went to bring it to her, and she was passed out. Woke her up and told her to get undress, she said help me. I did, no coffee for her, tuck her in. I went downstairs to sleep in the living room.

Woke up to hear the shower running upstairs...and I waited until she came down. Talk about the look on her face seeing me there. She didn't even remember texting me, the ride nor the conversation or coming into her own home. She made another pot of coffee, came back into the living room to ask me how I like my coffee. Mind you, this is the ONLY words she has spoken to me since coming downstairs. We drank in silence.

She then told me that I am a true friend and that she was tired of the dating scene. Why don't I see her in a sexual way. Told her I do, but what she wants from me, I can and could never be. Ask me to stay the day to talk, told her another time, but will stay for another hour to make sure she is all okay. She starts crying.