She's cute - talk to her!

I broke myself away from the guys I was talking to, and walked over to Sarah.

“Hey there,” I said. “Remember me? I’m John, from your writing class.”

“Yeah- hey, how’re you doin’?” she slurred. She had drank more than a few brews.

“Pretty good. Not a bad party, huh?”

“Actually, I think it sucks.”

“Yeah, why’s that?” I asked.

“The only person I know here, my roommate, just left with some guy. Not gonna see her again till tomorrow. And I just broke up with my boyfriend, so I don’t exactly want to be here alone.”

“Hey, how ‘bout you hang out with me. My roommate’s probably off somewhere trying to score, and I don’t know anyone else here either.”

We spent the next 45 or 60 minutes talking about her ex-boyfriend, and my girlfriend, and life at college. In that time, I drank another beer or 2, but she must have downed 3 or 4 more. Finally, when her eyes started to glaze over, she said to me, “You know, I don’t feel so good. I think I’m gonna head home. It’s been great talking to you. Thanks.”

“Are you sure you’re ok? Why don’t you let me walk you home, just to make sure you get home safe.”

So I walked her back to her dorm room. When we got there, she struggled with the key, and finally got the door open.

“Thanks for walking me home. You wanna come in for a minute?”