I don't know what it is with me, but I always seem to only hook up at the end of a long night of partying, almost always with someone that I am just dragged along and forced into being with. I have essentially no choice in the matter; it always seems like it's just up to the man upstairs, if you know what I'm saying. Fate? I don't know. All I know is that, at the end of the night, if I am lucky (most of the time I seem to be kept in the background by my so-called "friend"), I just find myself face-to-face with my new partner, and then we're all over each other. It may just be for that one time, or it may turn into something longer-term. I just never know.