My Date With Yvonne

Last night, I met someone I don't think I could ever forget now.  I decided to visit a local bar, and I spotted a girl in a beret, quietly looking at everyone around her with disdain.  There was something curiously attractive about her, so I decided to sit next to her and we started a conversation.  Upon closer inspection, I noticed she had a bit of a lazy eye, but I found it strangely sexy.  We had a few drinks, and as the night went on, she told me about her unusual childhood in Europe, and her adventures with her friends, who seemed equally awesome and sexy.
Eventually, we were both pretty tanked, so we snuck out the back of the bar, and ended up back at my place.  This was where things got a bit weird.  We made out on the couch for a little while, but then she suddenly stopped.  I asked her what was wrong, and she went into a teary speech about how she was a whore and how I would forget her just like all the others.  I argued against this, of course, but she wouldn't listen.  I did my best to calm her down, but she just got angry at me and made insulting comments about my anatomy, although she hadn't even seen anything.  In fact, she got so upset that she asked me to leave.  Being drunk and suggestible, I did, forgetting that I was being kicked out of my own apartment.  After a moment of realization, I tried to get back in, only to find that I'd been locked out by the still crying Yvonne.  I pleaded with her to let me back in, but it was no use.  Eventually, I gave up, and fell asleep slumped in the hallway.
When the buzzing of my head finally woke me up, I noticed the door to my apartment was open, and there was a note left on my bedside table.  Unfortunately, I still have no idea what that note says, but I'd like to think it said 'sorry for being mean, and thanks for being a nice guy'.
I may never meet Yvonne again, but we'll always have that night.


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