This was a moment I was dreading. All my insecurities about my age, looks, etc. came rushing back at me.

Would I become a bad memory of what you might wake up next to when you have too much to drink? I wondered whether I could sneak out now before she became completely conscious. Of course, it was too late for that. "Good morning!" she smiled. "Good morning." I replied, waiting to see what she would say next.

Rita stretched, yawned, and smiled. "I'm really glad to see you this ...