I Don't Remember That Night

After a n8ght out with friends I woke up in bed with a woman I didn't know. I slipped out of bed, found my clothes here, there and everywhere. My top and bra in the living room, my shoes by the front door, my pants and panties on the kitchen floor. I got dressed but before I could leave the woman woke up and confronted me, she was naked except for an open man's shirt.

She stopped me wit a "where are you going?". She wanted me to go back to bed, it was early like 7 a.m. When I said I was going, she pulled on some panties and combed her hair, but still topless in the open shirt she asked me if I didn't like her. I told her I had to leave, when I stepped out the door I had no idea where I was. She told me she'd take me home, but first a shower, breakfast and a kiss.

She did drive me home, she asked me to call her, if she could call me, that she found me pretty, nice and a very confident in bed. Maybe we could go out, make love again. I don't remember that night, I'm not into women, I agreed to lunch but that's all. She wanted a kiss but I declined.
Then why do I text her, talk in the phone. Why do I let her tell me how she wants to make love with me. Why don't I break it off instead of leading her on? I'm not being difficult, playing hard to get. The truth is I'm scared and I feel guilty.