She wanted orange juice, which I thought was adorably random and hilarious. She was definitely drunker than I was. She stumbled into my bedroom and raided my t-shirt drawer for something to sleep in. When I came in she had already nestled herself underneath the blanket on her side of the bed. She was wearing this super old orange shirt that’s big on me and has a hole in the armpit. She had taken off her pants and I knew she had nothing on but a thong and that old orange shirt. She wore a white g-string I’d never seen before. Must be new. I saw it just barely sticking out of her jeans earlier that night when she was sitting on the barstools with her girlfriends as I walked back to join her from the bathroom.

When she saw me come in with the OJ she sat up with a smile and a "thanks baby." I took it upon myself to bring her Tylenol with the OJ; it helps her hangovers. I took off my jeans, unbuttoned the shirt she bought me a few months ago and laid it on the back of my chair. I already knew she was sleepy drunk and doubt that she would initiate sex. When I slipped underneath the covers with her, she scooted over to be held. She wrapped her left leg around my right one and rested her head on my chest. I took the clip out of her hair and put it on my nightstand while her cute little round ass nestled in between my hips. I started to kiss her skin with my fingertips, gently moving them over every ticklish part of her body. She squirmed like normal and started to move her hips ever so slightly.

Too drunk to even notice I was trying to seduce her, she rolled over and asked me what my favorite Disney song was. Before I could even open my mouth to make fun of her or laugh, she just starting singing hers.

"I can show you the world," she mumbled the melody with her eyes still closed. She sang a few verses, pretty well actually, considering she was tired and wasted. She patted my chest with her left hand and said "your turn baby".

I confessed it was from The Lion King and in her drunken haze she grinned with her eyes still closed shut, "which one?" I started reluctantly, "Hakuna Matata" and she joined in. We whispered the whole song together, occasionally inserting a "la la" when we didn’t know the real words. That night we had a Disney sing-a-long marathon until 4am. After our rendition of "Colors of the Wind" from Pocahontas, she rolled on top of me, looked affectionately into my eyes, and gave me her "let’s have sex" kiss. And that was the night I fell in love with her.