Just had the craziest night of my entire 45 years of life.

I am 50 and live in Spain, I’m originally from the Philippines. <br><br>I was invited by a coworker of mine to her birthday celebration and it was in a restaurant that we don’t usually go to, it’s quite expensive actually but we decided to give it a try. I had a couple glasses of wine with my meal. It was a delicious meal and the service was very good. <br><br>I finished eating and the waiter came to ask if I wanted a coffee, but I said no, that’s not my drink. I remember thinking I needed to drive back home as I didn’t have any Uber or taxi reservations, it was already 11pm. The waiter asked me again and I said no again, I really didn’t want coffee. He asked me again and I told him that I need to drive home, I was already full, my food was delicious and I was happy, so I said no to the third time. Then he asked me if I wanted another glass of wine. I said yes. <br><br>I remember thinking about what I just said. I had already two glasses of wine and was thinking of stopping, I didn’t want to drive back home drunk. Then I remember that I was in a foreign country, far away from my home, I didn’t have a driver or a car to take me home, and I was drinking again. I thought about just going home on foot, but I was wearing heels, I would probably break my ankle or something. <br><br>So I finished my glass of wine, got up to go to the bathroom. On the way back to the table I remember that the waiter had just brought me another glass of wine. I didn’t think he did that again! I was confused, thinking that he would understand my “no” but he didn’t. <br><br>I finished the glass, said goodbye to my friend and coworker, and went to the bar. I was already very drunk, so I decided to take a taxi back home. I went to the exit of the restaurant to catch a taxi, but I didn’t see any. I asked the security guard if he knew if there was a taxi passing by, and he said that there were no taxis. I thought I had to call my husband or my daughter to take me home. Then the waiter appeared and said to me “don’t worry, I’ll take you home”. I thought that was really nice of him. <br><br>I didn’t notice anything weird, but something didn’t feel right. We started walking to his car and he opened the door to reveal a sports car. I was confused, he drove me to his car, opened the door and we started to drive away. <br><br>I thought that was a bit strange, but I was already very drunk. So I asked him “where are you taking me?” and he replied “I’ll take you home.” I told him that I don’t want to go home with him, and I don’t want to go to your house, I want to go home to my home. I was confused, so I asked him again “where are you taking me?” He replied “to your house.” I said “no, I don’t want to go to your house.” He said “no problem, I’ll take you home.” I asked him again “where are you taking me?” and he replied again “I’ll take you home.” <br><br>I was already very drunk and confused, so I started to laugh. I said “haha, I don’t know your way home, I’m not from this country.” I was trying to convince myself that I didn’t want to go to his house. He drove me to the highway and started driving very fast, I couldn’t see anything as I was looking out the window. I remember him telling me that he was going to take a detour to go home. I remember that I didn’t want to take that detour, but I couldn’t see anything. <br><br>I was very drunk, I didn’t know what was happening, I was just laughing. I remember the highway, the traffic, the speed. He drove me to his house, and I remember that I didn’t want to go to his house. He was holding me and trying to help me out of the car. He carried me to his house. He helped me to my bedroom and laid me on the bed, I didn’t even notice that. I remember that I didn’t want to go to that bed, but I don’t remember what happened after that. <br><br>I woke up the next day in my bed, at my home, in Spain, in Europe, in the morning, alone, in peace, in happiness. I don’t know what happened the night before, but I don’t remember. I only remember being very drunk and happy. <br><br>Thank you for reading my story.