9 posts tagged “women”
For the last two years, I've spent much of my time either too intoxicated to care or too sober to care. That really has nothing to do with what I'm thinking right now. I'm laughing to myself just reading it. I nearly deleted it but it was too great to erase from existence. Basically, I've had somewhat of a realization...
Not one of those life altering realizations...well maybe. I just realized that I've been going after women the same way I attracted the last woman in my life. Damn, if I could really explain how often I've beaten myself up and thought about it on a night just like this one. No one here, a glass of wine and an empty bottle.
The fact is...I'm a sad man. Not sad in the emotional sense but sad as a description of the type of man I am. I'm smart, strong, fairly confident and on my way to success. But, I don't provide excitement. Hell I barely provide a laugh lately. Something has changed and it took my damn friends invading my mind with thoughts that I have pushed off for so long. Thoughts that I couldn't believe were true because I had been shown differently from so many other sources. I was a sociology major as well as a comm major and I don't think I've used either one. The things I've learned I have completely ignored.
No longer will I believe the things I see and hear from the popular mediums. Who's to say that man has to behave a certain way to make a woman interested? Who's to say how we should treat each other and what has to be done to get to home plate. Yea, I'm taking it there. Fuck off. Basically the fact of the matter is, society has fed me shit for way too long. I was someone who said fuck society and pop culture but I was living in it. I studied the shit and I was falling victim to it. Well, you know what? Times are about to change. I can see things just a little more clearly and it really bothers me the way I found it. I hate it so much. But I hate what taught me this because it's right. Because I refused to believe it but now it makes sense...all because it finally hit me.
Too many nights like this one. Not enough nights like the ones I really desire. Too many rejections and failures instead of the successes I want. And after all that...I never changed it thinking I was the one that was right and you were the wrong one. Well I secede. You've won boys and I'm in. Time to take up the reigns and take 'em down.
For those that have no idea what the fuck I'm talking about...don't worry about it. This is the most strange thing I've ever written and I'm sure I'll laugh uncontrollably while I read this, but I'll be thinking YES the entire time.
I'm not going to be this guy anymore. I'm going to be more. I'm going to be what I know I can become. And I'm going to show it this time...
*Rant Alert*
Hey I'm back. I didn't really go anywhere I just became super busy at work so didn't have time to write. Nor did I want to when I got home so yea. RANT!
I'm happy to say that one of the reasons I was busy at night is that I have been lucky enough to have some female companionship on more than one occasion (big stud...I know) although putting me in a good mood...it ended with me distrusting women more than they distrust men. This isn't going to be a female bashing post just more of general disappointment...with some anger thrown in.
It's safe to say that I've felt like there is something missing in my life but I felt no need to complain because everything else was going well. Great job, nice place to live, work, friends, nice place to live, intoxicants, adventures, etc. Hell I even picked up a book or two. But I really wanted someone to join me on other adventures. Not that I don't love the homies but there is something about having a female present that makes me all warm inside (take that either way cause they're both correct). So there are two stories here.
One includes the famed mistress I've mentioned earlier and I always liked her. She was smart, funny, pretty, a hell of a lot of fun and she didn't care that my past included half of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. She had been gone for a little while traveling through Asia (oh yea, she's Asian) and she recently returned and I, of course, wanted to hear all about because I'm a good listener. It was going well (reminder: she always seemed interested so I always hoped something would happen) and then at the end of the night she turned and said, "I have to be honest with you." We all know that never turns out well. She goes on to explain how great I am (true) and how I've been such a great friend (also true) but she recently started seeing someone (bitch!). Suffice to say, I wasn't happy. I wasn't mean but instead said it was fine, I was glad she told me and I appreciate our friendship...FYI...I have plenty of friends! I'm just tired of being the "friend" in all these f-ing situations. Why did I just censor myself?
Second story: so I recently met someone (and by recent I mean a week ago) and I didn't think I would be into someone so quickly but I found her so interesting. She is very cute and very snappy and by that I mean she's got a good attitude that's challenging to me. I like a challenge. Couple of key points: she's 20, doesn't drink, is decently religious, still in school and is a Republican (Boo! Did anyone catch the JibJab.com Campaign spoof. That's some funny shit! Go Obama!). Anyway, I could deal with all of that because she was so cute! I keep saying that, although "unmanly" because she is like 5 ft tall. I mean, she's like Polly Pocket. Anyway, something about innocence gets me excited or something. That sounded way gross.
Anyway, we had so much in common though including the fact that we're both from the same city and we both are USC Trojans. I couldn't resist. So I asked her out and we've gone out twice now. It's been good. Can't complain until....dun dun dun! Small things. Like how she doesn't want me to swear....dammit! Fuck! haha. Sorry. My mom used to say swearing was not intelligent well George Carlin swore and he was pretty fuckin intelligent. She doesn't want me to get hammered around her which is fine but I won't stop drinking. It is, as my roommate reminded me, one of my favorite things with herb and sex rounding out the top 3. OH and now herb or sex either. I mean, the herb and sex part is not so bad because well, I havent been getting sex lately and herb, well, herb is for me and my homies. Not my love interests. Unless she likes it then by all means!
Then she tells about how 3 weeks ago her boyfriend of 14 months broke up with her. Oops. I should probably talked to
Moral of the story: if you like booze, drugs and sex...don't try and date a young, Christian, sober recently made single girl. Now I don't want to seem like a douche so I will say that she is still unusually cute and I still like her so I'm willing to let this one play out but I'm not about to put my heart and soul into it. I mean, I did have a good time with her and she is very sweet so we'll see.
So to make this not so rant-like, here's some thoughts. Women, be honest up front. The first girl said she was sorry and didnt' want to lead me on...well what about the first year and a half...bitch! If you like a guy and you can see it going somewhere, then say so. If you don't think it will go anywhere, then say so. Guys have feelings too and they usually don't being drug around by their dick. It's annoying and we don't like it. We have other things to do like hitting on your friends so we'd like to know up front. I hate the fact that out of no where she said she was seeing someone. I thought she was seeing me!
Two, dont try and change us. I don't appreciate that shit. Like me for who I am. If there is something about the person that is really bad, like the really are an alcoholic, then talked to them about it. Don't try and mold them into the guy you want. If they aren't the guy you want, then again, be honest.
Back to the drawing board I guess.
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My homie Greg sent me the below today (and you should totally check out his band IRC). It was a nice laugh in the face of a day that won't quit. I just want to go cuddle next to Jane Fonda right now. That's only funny if you know who "Jane Fonda" really is in my life.
So this little story just puts me right where I am right now. Somewhere in between the stable girl and the ambitious girl. So yea, the exciting one but with more stability.
When I was 14, I hoped that one day I would have a girlfriend.When I was 16 I got a girlfriend, but there was no passion, so I decided I needed a passionate girl with a zest for life.
In college I dated a passionate girl, but she was too emotional. Everything was an emergency; she was a drama queen, cried all the time and threatened suicide. So I decided I needed a girl with stability.When I was 25 I found a very stable girl but she was boring. She was totally predictable and never got excited about anything. Life became so dull that I decided that I needed a girl with some excitement.When I was 28 I found an exciting girl, but I couldn't keep up with her. She rushed from one thing to another, never settling on anything. She did mad impetuous things and made me miserable as often as happy. She was great fun initially and very energetic, but directionless. So I decided to find a girl with some real ambition.When I turned 31, I found a smart ambitious girl with her feet planted firmly on the ground and married her. She was soambitious that she divorced me and took everything I owned.I am older and wiser now, and am looking for a girl with big tits.
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So what a weekend this turned out to be. It was pretty low key and standard as my weekends go. Bar hopped Friday night which is always a treat. Large group of us too. Took it easy on Saturday mainly watching some baseball and taking part in some video game pleasures. Drank a bunch of beer with my roommate and watched some Smallville. I'll admit, I like that show. It's fun to watch...and Kristin Kreuk is way hot!
Sunday was Sunday Funday which consisted of starting to drink beer at 1 pm but hey, it's always happy hour somewhere. Great news though. I actually went out to dinner with a young woman and actually had a great time! I know! Success! I've been MIA on that front for some time now purely because I couldn't find someone worth it. It's this idea that I shut women out before I give them a chance. This girl though was amazing. I've known her for some time now and we've gone out before but she was off on her own adventure so we've both been MIA. What started as a catch up dinner turned into more...I think.
I went to this amazing Italian restaurant, Miceli's, and I'm really surprised I had never heard of it before. The ambiance was perfect for a date. It was dimly lit with a single candle on each table. The architecture was very much like a small restaurant you would find a quiet town so that was nice since right out side was the glorious Sunset Blvd. They have a neat little feature in which you can order a bottle of wine in a a reed casing and write all over it and then they hang them up. Makes ya feel like a part of the restaurant or something. Anyway, the wine was a Chianti and it was actually not bad (I think it was $18 a bottle). The food was great also but it was the company that truly made it great.
I had completely forgotten that there are people out there that can not only hold a conversation, they can lead it. It was hard to eat my food at some points because we were so engrossed in our conversation. We always have so many things to talk about and I honestly didn't want the night to end. It was also great that she's way cute.
The best part is I got the classic movie finish with a walk to the door and a goodnight kiss. Even a second date!
So yea, this is optimistic Jandro. Kinda gushy Jandro. It's been a while since he's been around. I hope to God she doesn't read this blog though and think I'm weird. That would suck.
Well back to work. I definitely was in a happier mood when I woke up but work tends to suck that out of me pretty quick.
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I never thought having cable was important to me but without it, I'm losing it slightly. My cable and internet was turned off while I was on vacation last week (I vacationed in Los Angeles...it was quite the trip) and it's killing me. Work is busy on my return so posting has become difficult but I wanted to share some things as I'm sure everyone wants to hear about it.
One of the highlights of the week was a free Laker game provided by the homie Dave. The best part was that we were able to walk to the Staples Center from our apartment so that made the post game show much more exciting. The post game show consisted of a bottle of Highland Stag (a scotch we found at Ralphs that we figured Sean Connery would drink) and some crunchy grooves.
That led to a two person bar night at our local pub, Seven Grand. There we proceeded to drink more booze in the form of some refreshing beer and also get flirting advice from a table of wives. Granted, they weren't desperate housewives and they were not really MILFs but it was funny. One standing next to me continually shouted, "AHH! Men are so stupid!" everytime Dave made a comment obviously meant to fuck with them. It was priceless. We were asking them how to best hit on a waitress at the bar that was pretty hot. Our thought was to approach with the "you're hot. wanna screw?" line while the First Wives club told Dave to say "Hi. I don't mean to offend you in any way but I just wanted to tell you that you are very attractive and was hoping I could talk to you some time." Maybe that would work but that is so lame! I don't mean to offend you!!?? Alright ladies, if I guy calls you attractive/sexy/hot/smokin or Damn!, that's a good thing and if you're offended, just quit. Get out. Leave.
The night continued and Dave ended up in a corner dancing with a drunk friend of ours while I hung out with a good friend Ryan that I hadn't seen in a while. I was pretty drunk and was trying to focus on a pair of girls sitting by Dave. It was DDF for sure...that's Dark Distortion Factor for those that don't speak acronym (Drunk Distortion Factor also works). Strangely enough, Dave and I started talking to these two young ladies who were cute, I think, and we found out they were sisters. That's money right there. The bar closed and I must say I am always proud to be told to leave a bar. Something about it makes me feel victorious. As we left the bar we said goodbye because why waste our time on a couple girls we just met. Well, they "followed" us and by that I mean their car just happened to be in the direction of our walk home. They offered us a ride to our apartment, which remind you is a block away, and so I thought to myself, "What is the correct answer to this question?" I'm glad Dave is my friend because he always has the answer:
"SHOTGUN!"
We jumped in the car and they sped us home. We invited them to a barbecue we were having and we got the digits and that was it. We talked to them the next day but nothing worked out. It's fine. The fact that we were able to talk to a couple of girls after a sweet night of Lakers victory and Highland Stag is alright in my book.
I'll recap my splendid 23rd birthday which was on March 15th later. It was quite the weekend.
Random photo time! I stopped at Jack in the Box on the way home yesterday because I really had to use the boys room and since I drive through traffic, it's usually pretty painful. This Jack was so shady they had bullet proof glass where you ordered AND bullet proof boxes that they would put the food in and you would open the door from your side. So shady! Gotta love Los Angeles.
I realized that I complain about women a lot but that's only because there are a lot of things women do that I feel are worth complaining about. BUT, I'm all about equality and fair choice so I decided to look into some things women find annoying about men. Surprisingly there are many more lists of things women do that are annoying but I found one for annoying male habits from a Web site sadly named lonely.ie. This was one of the better lists.
Now, I'm going to defend each one of these ridiculous accusations that women thought up so they have ammo against men. :-)
1.Your sound effects and smells (ie. farts, burps, spit, etc.)
I agree that maybe we do some things in front of you ladies that are not the cutest but if we do, it's only because we like you so much that we want to share. But in my experience, most guys won't do these "disgusting" yet human acts in front of women. Remember, we're trying to get close to you not scare you away.
2. Adjustment of the privates
Really? C'mon ladies. You only dog on it because you have no idea what it's like to have something in your pants that continually shifts, moves and yearns for the breath of fresh air. It's going to get scratched and if your guy is scratching all the time, then maybe you need to start checking your freshness sweetheart.
3. Selective hearing
Fuck off. haha. We all have selective hearing not just men. The difference is that men really don't hear it whereas women do hear it but change it so they can use it against us later full on knowing that as men we forgot the conversation. If you want to talk for an hour on how much I suck to my face or how I let you down, then yea, I'm not going to hear it all. If I want to talk about Spring Training for the Dodgers, you're not going to hear it because you have nothing to offer to that conversation. Lesson here: only talk about shared interests.
4. The tuning out process
This sounds very similar to #3. The writer on the site wants to know where men go when they tune out. We go to a place full of women and beer. There is football on 24/7 and we can have any food we want. The steak actually makes you orgasm where we go. This writer also states that women have at least 10 questions whirling around in their head so they don't tune out like guys. Well, who's fault is that?? How does my ass look? Is he paying attention to me? Should I buy new shoes? I wonder what would happen if I left him? Can I do better? blah blah blah. Next whiny complaint! Leave us alone in our tuning out. It's how we have enough energy for you.
5. Leaving a trail
To quote Bill Cosby, only men as intelligent as we, can fake such stupidity. We leave a trail of shit to a) find our way back; b) annoy you because we know you'll pick it up and c) we just don't care about those little things as much as you do because we are more concerned about how you are feeling :-) Leaving a trail of clothes is only so we can get dressed while heading for the door.
6. You are unobservant, plainly stated
From the description
It's funny how many of these "habits" seem to overlap and coincide isn't it or a women being a little hard on you? Not noticing our new haircut or dress is one thing, but men need to see past themselves and pay more attention to the women and their lives.
Ummm....they overlap because you can't come up with anything better than reiterating your previous complaints. "Men need to see past themselves and pay more attention to the women and their lives." ... Really? Maybe women need to realize that men got other things to worry about. It's not usually ourselves either. It's usually something along the lines of, "shit, why is she mad this time? Sorry I had to work all day to make money to take you out to dinners where the salads you order are $20. I'm sorry. How was your day?" Get over yourselves women. If we are with you and paying attention to a degree, we're working hard. We always think of you and we want to keep you happy. Just because we're unobservant about your new scent doesn't mean we don't care. Besides, you didn't comment on my new socks. They have stripes on them.
7. Man Flu Sydrome
We turn into complete babies so you'll take care of us because when you're sick you turn into a complete bitch. Yea, I said it. Case closed.
8. The wandering eye
This has been one of those things that has bothered me ever since I noticed women. Yes, we look at you. Yes, it's because you're hot. Yes, sometimes we undress you with our eyes. I'm not sorry because it's human instinct. Don't tell me you've never stared at a guy. It's referred to as "Meat Gazing." Get over it. If you look good or you are letting something hang out, we are probably going to look. Some are more discreet than others but most of the time we're not. Take it as a compliment.
So there you have it. I've done my best to defend men everywhere. Please feel free to provide additional defenses or if you'd like, you make counter and I will counter back with a drop kick to the face but using words.
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It's a beautiful Monday here in sunny Los Angeles and I've got a front row seat to the Pacific Ocean...right outside my window at work. It's a nice view and all but somewhat depressing. Ah well. I'm in good health and I need the money.
So this past weekend was quite entertaining. I got to see my little brother (little as in younger; he's 15 and he's nearly bigger than me) perform in High School Musical as Chad, Troy's best friend. I can honestly say I was shocked at his performance. Not only did he have stage presence but he sang. He may have been a little tone deaf but it still takes balls to get up in front of that many people and sing a song from High School Musical. He did showcase some impressive dance moves which, of course, made me very proud. It was a great reminder of how disconnected I've been from the immediate family. As long as they know I still love them no matter how much they annoy me. And I'm very proud of my little brother for finding something he really loves to do. Who knows? Maybe he'll become a big time actor and I can go to some swanky Hollywood parties. It could happen.
So my Friday night/Sat morning was splendid. As I stated in my previous post, it was a strange weekend. I've been single for a while but I get my fun every once and a while so it keeps me sane. This time though, I wasn't so happy with myself. I mean, I never really am happy with myself but this time was like the final straw. I felt more than empty I felt this ridiculous longing for something better. Something real again. Something that made you smile in the morning. You ever had someone the next morning ask you what you're thinking about full on knowing they want you to respond with some kind of compliment or a form of positive reinforcement? Yea, well try that but when you respond nothing, you full on know that you're thinking of someone else. Oh it was shitty. Made me feel shitty. And it made me want to get the fudge out! haha. I had to get home to Redlands anyway.
You know what's great about waking up in a women's place though? The shower. Now, I used to be all down with shared showers and to an extent I am if you're my girlfriend. But if you're not, get the fudge out. I like my showers because there's no noise and no one to interrupt. Relaxation. So why the women's shower though? You women have the greatest products for the shower! The loofah was a great invention and most guys are too self conscious to own one but you women always have them. The bath soap was warm vanilla sugar and the shampoo/conditioner left my hair feeling like a million bucks. The towels are all big and comfy. AH! I love it. It's not going to make me buy it for myself because I spend my money on much more important things...like food and beer.
So yes, shower was awesome even if I wasn't happy with myself. I was able to wash myself clean of all dirtiness with good soap so that works. I find myself thinking about this constantly though. It's making it difficult to work. I also don't feel like working but that's not the point.
My older brother has a new girlfriend that I got to meet this weekend too. I approve. She is very cute and very sweet. She's got guts too. The day she met my family...she me my ENTIRE family. You normally start with the immediate but my grandparents, aunts, uncle and cousins were all there. If you've ever met my grandparents you know they are a handful. My grandfather just had a stroke but he's doing much better. It did however have the adverse effect of making him even more of the horny old mad. My bro's girlfriend luckily was able to handle it nicely. But still, it made me think of my life and my relationships.
I wandered my house only to find that my mother had removed pictures of me with my ex which was sad kinda. It's moving forward and all but we looked good. haha. Of course she then had to show me pictures from like 2002 of me with my ex. It was hard on me because I do miss her. It was also hard because my hair style was ridiculous to look at. Times are just getting difficult and with college graduation coming and the possibility of living by myself as my roommates move on becoming very real, I've started to think a lot about my past and my future. It's probably because of the countless MySpace surveys that mention something along the lines of, "Do you have any regrets from previous relationships? Do you wish you could take them back?" The sad/annoying part is I do and they were my fault. The second part of the question always has the same answer: every day.
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P.S. Fuck the LA Marathon. Not only could I not make it back to my apartment but I got in the middle of a gang fight in the middle of f'ing no where!
So today is Ash Wednesday and I've been out of church so long I have no idea what that means. What I do know isthat Lent starts today and it's time for all you Catholics out there to give up something you really love for the next 40 days and 40 nights. It's funny because I completely forgot about it until my coworker mentioned it to me. And its even funnier because I was watching 40 Days & 40 Nights last night. I love the teaser for this movies because it's semi accurate.
I started writing this at 9 am and now it's 3 pm. Funny how the day gets away from you. I guess this isn't really my priority although I sometimes wish it could be. I wish I could get paid to just write on whatever I wanted. Wait...technically I do! haha! Shhh! Keep it quiet.
So I've been trying to think what am I going to give up for Lent. I hate when people give up shit like chocolate and soda. Food should not be an option unless you're giving up meat for 40 days like you're supposed to so don't even try and pussy out. But honestly, if you know, what can I give up? I'm already in the process of quitting smoking so I'm not going to use that. I'm not giving up booze of any kind because that's my saving grace from the stress that is work. Do I give up all sexually related things like in the movie?? He looked pretty awful by the end there and I have a buddy that apparently did it (I still question you!).
But here's the thing. I legitimately thought about doing it. I've had some terrible luck with the ladies recently. Maybe it's because I become disinterested after a few weeks. Or maybe because the women are way lame and wait 5 dates to tell me they're not interested even after they've allowed me to spend good money on several outings and dinners! Sorry...little frustrated. Here's the thing: I realized last night as I was trying to fall asleep that I can't remember the last time a women kissed me hello...I can remember who it was last but I can't remember when and that's shitty. I mean, sure, I kiss my female relatives hello on the cheek but that ain't shit. All and all I miss the company of a good woman. Not a shitty one.
I also spoke with one of my several exes last night (I am glad I can still talk to a majority of them - F U JENNY!) That was fun. Anyway, it is good because they remind me that although I can be an immature asshole, I can also be a pretty nice guy and I think I lost that somewhere. I used to be so caring and although I care deeply for my friends, I find myself only caring about the physical sometimes. It's probably because of the huge amount of dudes I'm around and the constant wing man status (which I still thoroughly enjoy) but maybe I'm just looking in the wrong places.
So yea, I'm in the market and I'm ready to grow up. Only problem is I have no scrilla but I do offer a listening ear, some great comedic quips and a caring personality. Oh and I can kill a mini keg in a matter of hours!
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P.S. If you have an idea of what I should give up for Lent, please leave a comment. And don't be mean because this is my blog and I'll write horrible shit about you!
Now there's the old saying: "You can't rape the willing." Well, I don't know how
Now, the story I'm about to tell has two parts and although I was willing at the time, I was also inebriated which leads me to believe that "not-so-attractive" women like to take advantage of drunk guys.
The crew and I were out participating in the usual debauchery. To be honest, I can't exactly remember what we did that night as a bottle of whiskey was involved and various other intoxicants. All I know is that we arrived back out our place and invited a few of our friends over. We like to hold the after parties. They usually consist of more booze, strange dancing and Greg C-walking over all the people that have passed out. This particular time, however, I ended up with two women in my bed. Normally I would feel like the king of the world with a phrase like that but not this time.
One of the girls left as I convinced her to join the narcoleptic Greg in his room. Why did I do that? Why did I send the better looking one to his room. Because he's my homie dammit and I'm always looking out.
Bad move. I was raped! Now of course I was semi conscious but she was all conscious. She hadn't even been drinking and she was well aware of my inebriated state; thus, I was taken advantage of. I always though that would be awesome but I didn't feel that way when I awoke to find not only a third arm but a whole other person in my bed (could you imagine if it was just an arm). I quickly jumped out of bed and sadly couldn't leave as it was my place (reason #1 why one night stands should always take place at the bitch's place).
Oh it was bad. She took forever to leave! Why won't you leave?!?!?! I kept thinking to myself. No amount of herb could save me from that. Of course I shared it with my friends because that's the kind of story that even though it makes you look bad, it must be told. I'm fine with the occasional jeer of me being a "big person lover" or that I have a thing for "cushion of the pushin." But I am NOT fine with being taken advantage of. I'm a person first.
So that's one story. The second I'll make quick but it's important because not only did it validate that certain types of women take advantage of drunk men but that, we'll say, bigger women tend to either a) do it more often or b) just like me. (Note: No further research has been conducted as I will not put myself through this again)
The night started out just like the last one. Just us rollin' the streets of USC and LA drinking and partying. It was a fun one because we had some new additions to our crew. We started at one party where it snowed like the Rockies/70s disco party; I was surprised to find that after a few hours there, only myself and two of our friends that were Greg's old buddies were the only ones left. We got straight left so we bounced over to a bar and had a few more drinks. Once that got lame it was afterparty time as usual. This time we were thrown into a yellow van taxi and carted to downtown. Now I hardly remember this mind you.
After party commenced but was way lame as I was already passing out. Now I must explain that there were two women involved in this case: one I found extremely attractive and worthy of my attention and the other who I was fine with remaining seated on the floor.
The night continued as I slowly drifted into sleep on the couch. I awoke laying on top of the extremely attractive girl. I was way to intoxicated to move much but I saw it as an opportunity to make a move (while watching Fresh Prince of Bel-Air out of the corner of my eye). All I kept thinking was, "Man, this is awesome. I finally got to hook up with this chick." I mean, I was legitimately stoked.
As the time got closer to 5 am, I realized it was either to the bedroom or send her packing. I decided that it would be better if she left and as I lifted myself, I looked down at her. And that's when I realized the horrible truth *Insert disgusted look* It was the floor girl!
First of all, I must've been really messed up to mix them up and second...fuck! I mean, I was way upset with myself, with her for taking advantage of me and because it wasn't who I thought it was. The best part is I walked her back to her room and she invited me in...no, I didn't stay. I got the fuck home while I cried all the way back to my bed.
Moral of the story: drunk hookups are okay when both people are WAAAY drunk. But if you're a guy and you get really wasted, watch out man. Anything under a 6 will have their eye on you just waiting for their moment to strike and possibly consume you whole.
So yea, some women will rape drunk men if they have the chance. And no, men are not always okay with getting sex. Sometimes it hurts the next day and I'm not talking about the clap.
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