One time, in college, my ceiling fell in, because we were partying in our attic. Because this happened, I decided to get beyond blackout drunk, completely forgetting about the hole in my ceiling, and opting to deal with it in the morning.

In the course of the night, I found myself at the local watering hole, having downed several Irish carbombs, and an entire pitcher of Purple Haze, and about 7 40's over the course of the day. A female had caught my eye, so I decided to initiate a conversation. I told her that she looked familiar and asked her if she was in my sociology class. The next thing I remember was that she was driving us back to my house, while incredibly drunk, which was scary, because I was hammered and knew this was bad news.

After that, I remember the both of us completely naked in my bed, participating in shenanigans of a certain variety. Then I remember her leaving shortly thereafter, and helping my housemate to figure out how to work the Superbad dvd on the PS2.

The next day, I couldn't remember if the events had actually happened. I remember the carbombs and the pitcher. My housemate was certain that I came home alone that night, and was talking about a girl I had met.

A week later, I get a text from a girl, saying she'd be in Queens next week, and that she had a lot of fun with me the weekend before that, and that she'd like to do it again.

And that was my first and only Asian.