There you are: hungover, late for work and in a bed that isn't yours.

Ideally, we would always know when a hook up was going to happen. We'd arrive prepared with a change of clothes, or better yet, that hook up would occur in the comfort of our own home. But sometimes you meet a fella at a bar or an old flame invites you out for a friendly drink or a first night leads to a very fun last night.

I've had a few of these adventures over the years—mostly in New York City, where I don't have the luxury of having a spare outfit in my car. A few times, I've woken up at a hook up's apartment with no time to go home before having to drag my hungover ass to work or a meeting or whatever else.