The Happy Ending (and it didn't cost extra)

We're lying on the pull out couch Sunday morning and Christopher keeps talking about the mountains and how much fun he has when he goes there. He wants to know how far it is from where we are. Amazingly enough, there was a road map right beside us. I pulled it out and saw that it was a straight shot. I couldn't believe I never drove up to the mountains when I was in college.

We decide to just go and leave before anyone wakes up. It was a nice drive on a Sunday morning and we laugh at the flea markets and weird road names we pass while driving through Nowhere, GA. I think this set the precedent for the rest of the day.

At noon we arrive in Helen- a small tourist German town inhabited by 300 people when it's not Octoberfest. It was the perfect destination. We park and walk down Main Street until we find this place that serves these giant mugs of beer. We order a couple and sit outside and people watch. People watching quickly turned into "let's make fun of everyone walking by."

We were clearly the smartest and best looking people in this crappy mountain town. Into our second mug of beer, Christopher looks down and mumbles, "I just make fun of everyone so I feel better about myself."

I just start giggling, clearly intoxicated, "Me too!"

We came up with these elaborate stories about everyone for the first couple mugs of beer. "I hope we don't die on the way home," I giggle.

"Oh it's too late for that- we're already going to hell," he responds.

By the time we passed the 100 oz mark on our beer, the conversation turned towards ourselves. I confided something to him (I think I turn confessional after hours of beer drinking) and he didn't judge at all and confided some things in me. I realize we have never really talked before. This was the first time we have even seen each other during daylight hours.

Once Christopher takes down his barrier, he really is a great person. He's human, he's flawed, he's supportive and very likeable. I wouldn't have guessed it when I first met him and he called me a whore. Of course I bring it up. I giggle and lean to the side, almost tipping over, "You made me cry when I first met you!" He tells me exactly how horrible he felt when that happened. When I think back to these conversations, it doesn't even feel like the same person.

Apparently the city of Helen closes at 6 Sunday night. Everything just closed. Christopher and I grab some bratwursts before the sun quickly disappeared. He wants to get a hotel room and spend the night here. I don't want to because we both have to work 3 hours away in the morning. We would have to get up at some ridiculous time and I don't have any clothes to wear, I can't just pop home like he can. We grab another bratwurst to soak up the alcohol and drive home.

I don't know if it was the beer, the day together, or what, but he became very affectionate. When we finally got back to his apartment it was late at night. He was a completely different person than I have ever known. We made love and it was freaking fantastic.