Ladies, I think I can say no.

Last night, I was sound asleep when my phone rang.

A woman's voice penetrated my half-conscious brain. The voice wasn't very familiar, but she sounded like she knew me well. After a few sentences, I asked, "Who are you?" She replied, "Guess who I am?" I refrained from cursing and played along with her for a while before realizing who it was.

Half a year ago, on a wild night of revelry, I had drunk too much in the KTV room and vomited uncontrollably into a trash can in front of everyone. My so-called friends pinched their noses, but the hostesses calmly cleaned up the mess. We continued to drink and make a racket. One of the hostesses next to me was fair-skinned and curvaceous. In a moment of excitement, I grabbed her head and kissed her passionately in a Russian-style kiss.

Afterwards, my friends all said that night was truly disgusting, as the smell of vomit filled the room, yet we were still making out. Everyone else in the room looked at each other uncomfortably, feeling queasy. However, since I was the one paying the bill, no one left. In the end, they all admired that girl, saying she was extraordinary.

The caller on the phone was this extraordinary person.