I Almost Slept With a Woman Who Was High On Ecstasy
I felt nothing at first.
Sure, I was in a beautiful room with a beautiful girl, the girl of my dreams dressed in a tight white tank top and slim-fit yoga pants, but the pill, the MDMA pill we had just swallowed failed to elicit for me any immediate reaction. Sure, the lights were a little brighter, and the air-condition a little warmer, but all in all, I was less than impressed by Molly’s supposed exuberance. Feeling less than impressed I stood up and paced around the room. I paced and I paced―and say, why is the room so hot? Can’t Lady Pearl, the host of this three-hundred-dollar-a-night shophouse, afford even a functioning thermostat? And say, why do I feel so pumped up and energetic all of a sudden, like what I had been doing was not sitting in an air-conditioned room but running in circles under the sun? And hey, why do I feel like running around in circles right about now?