Dialogue

Samsara: I never thought it could happen to me: a drunken makeout with a guy I'm not really attracted to. Okay, it wasn't exactly a makeout. It was just kissing.

Inner voice: "Just kissing?" Uh-huh, but where?

Samsara: What? On the lips.

Inner voice: Don't be coy. You know what I mean. "Just kissing" on the goldarn town square! In front of whole world.

Samsara: Alright, alright. I admit there was some PDA.

Inner voice: You're darn right there was. Don't forget the little episode on the patio of that restaurant.

Samsara: Oh, lighten up. That was just a peck!

Inner voice: Fine. I just hope none of those 8 million college kids out there was one of your student workers. What kind of example was that to set?

Samsara: Okay. You and I both know college kids. They don't need to see me being an idiot to think it's fine for them to do it.

Inner voice: *sigh*

Samsara: But what do I do now?

Inner voice: Oh, I see. Now you want my help. Last night you gave me all that tequila and told me to beat it.

Samsara: I'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't have sent you away like that. Just tell me what to do.

Inner voice: Alright, look. He's not a bad guy. He's nice, he's not ugly. Why not just go with the flow, act normal, and if necessary, you can give the "let's just be friends" speech.

Samsara: You think that will work?

Inner voice: Why not? And keep in mind: he was drinking, too. Maybe he's getting a talking-to from his inner voice right now.

Samsara: You're right. Should I call him?

Inner voice: Yeah, I think you should. That would be the polite thing to do. You both said you're going out of town for the holiday, so you can call Tuesday evening when you get back. Just thank him for Friday night and see what happens.

Samsara: Okay. But what if he thinks we've started something and he's all "personal" at work? People will know.

Inner voice: From what I could tell before I was unceremoniously dismissed, I think you can trust him to be discreet. And if he's not, you can tell him to be. Not that hard, really.

Samsara: That's true. Well, I guess I'll enjoy the rest of the weekend and face next week when it comes.

Inner voice: Yeah, and lay off the margaritas for a while. Dummy.