eye for an eye

I've decided as of recently that I need to start making better life decisions. Therefore, whenever I make a terrible decision, I need to counter-act it, with a good one.

The Bad Decision.
I may or may not have made out with someone who was old enough to be balding on Tuesday night. I mean... normally, I'd say it doesn't count, because I don't remember it. No harm no foul. But... What makes it a bad decision, is that I have an entire bar of people who can attest to the two of us playing tonsil hockey.

The Good Decision.
On Thursday, a dude that I hook up with occasionally texted me the following,
"Alright Whitney. Hear me out. Come to my house. I have five shots of Jameson ready and waiting for you to take. We can skinny dip my pool, run around my house naked, totally bone, and in the morning, I'll pretend I don't see you sneaking out the door. I'll even fake snore if it'll make you feel better. Deal?"
I gotta give him credit. The dude knows me well.
But.
I said no.

Audaces fortuna iuvat.
-Whit