She smiled and told me “you were up to the expectations you created.” I turned and looked at her: naked, messy hair, laid on my bed. “What expectations?” I asked. “You told me you were a good lover. Don’t you remember?” she said. I laughed my ass off. I didn’t remember saying that, but I was so fucking drunk at that party, where I met her, that it is pretty possible I said that and worst. Still that got me laid. “Of course I remember” I answered, giving an imaginary high five to my drunken self.