A credit card bill is in your pocket for 14 double rum and cokes. Minus the cokes.

The "preparation" you had appears to be used.

You wake up and say "Uh oh."

You've noticed that you suddenly have a stalker.

You have this overwhelming feeling that you've made a huge mistake...

You apparently have erased your phone, as well as your memory of the night before.

You woke up to someone you don't really know sleeping in your apartment.

For some reason, you're really pumped about hanging out with that person you don't know.

You want to run away. From everything.

You can't tell how old the person in your bed REALLY is.

You give yourself a quick pat on the back...before immediately running from their apartment.

You're walking through the streets wearing what you had on the night before.

You immediately think..."I will not get attached."

You immediately have the urge to take an inventory of your things.

... and meet up with friends to tell you side of the story.