November 16th 2024.
I couldn't help but chuckle at the situation I found myself in. The morning after what was supposed to be an exciting night with a tall, dark, and handsome stranger, I was now stranded in Cologne, Germany with no money for a taxi and a dead phone battery. The only option left for me was to do the infamous walk of shame.
But surprisingly, I wasn't embarrassed at all. After the wild night I had, this walk of shame seemed like a walk in the park. It all started when my friends and I decided to take a trip to explore the Christmas markets and the beautiful city of Cologne. We were having a great time sipping mulled wine and browsing through the festive goodies, but my German language skills were not very helpful when it came to bargaining or reading menus.
Despite the language barrier, we wanted to make the most of our trip. And that's how we ended up in a karaoke bar in Cologne's music district. The place was decked out in colorful disco lights, giving it a winter wonderland vibe. We wasted no time in choosing our songs and I opted for my go-to, Billy Joel's "Uptown Girl". As I waited for my turn, I caught the gaze of a stranger at the bar. He was tall, lean, and had a jawline that could cut through glass. I was immediately attracted to him.
As we got closer to the bar, I noticed that he bore a striking resemblance to Roger Federer. That only added to my attraction towards him. And to make things even more interesting, his friend looked exactly like my friend's ex-boyfriend, Ed. Talk about a small world! Feeling a little bold after a few drinks, I mustered up the courage to slide next to him and bat my eyelashes. I was determined to make a move on this hunky stranger.
Thankfully, my friends were the ultimate wing-women and offered to "distract" Ed if I wanted to make a move on Roger. And that's exactly what I did. We ended up back at his hotel, kissing in the cab all the way there. And let's just say, things were heating up pretty quickly in the bedroom until Ed walked in on us.
We were caught mid-action and the awkward tension in the room was palpable. I expected Ed to apologize and leave, but instead, he asked if he could join in. In hindsight, I probably should have said yes, but at that moment, I couldn't imagine having sex with two strangers in a foreign country. So I politely declined and the mood between me and Roger was gone.
I was about to leave the hotel, but it was 3 am and my phone had died, leaving me with no way to get back to my Airbnb. Roger kindly offered for me to stay in the room but there was only one king-size bed. Feeling embarrassed and awkward, I grabbed my things and bolted out of there, leaving the boys to their own devices.
Lost and unsure of my whereabouts, I made my way to the only landmark I could see, the cathedral. It was a long and freezing cold walk, but I finally made it back to my friends an hour later. They were eager to know all the details of my night, but all I could think about was why they hadn't kept Ed occupied for longer.
Turns out, they had tried to warn me via text but assumed I would be done by the time Ed showed up. To their surprise, I wasn't even close. Roger and I never spoke again, but I'll always remember our short-lived but passionate love affair. It also taught me the importance of having a fully charged phone and locking the door tightly.
Looking back, I can't help but laugh at the whole situation. It was a crazy and unexpected night, but also a lesson learned. And that's the story of my wild night with Roger, as told by Emma Rossiter.
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