Tequila has a lot to answer for
I've been seeing my current boy for a few months now and it had been confusing me that I couldn't actually remember how we'd ended up getting together- he's my best friend's fiance's best mate, so obviously I knew how I had met him, and I also knew she had sent me an extremely excited text a week or so before to tell me he fancied me and I had subsequently realised that, yes, I fancied him too.

That taken into account, strangely, neither myself nor my best friend could remember any kissing or groping or anything of the sort having gone on over the course of the previous evening to suggest that I would end up having sex with him in her flatmate's bed. Mind you, the memory loss could be easily explained by the voracity of our tequila consumption that night.

Eventually, drunk again, I plucked up the courage to ask him how we'd ended up sleeping together.

'Well,' he said 'we were sharing a bed because it was the only one free and, don't get me wrong, I really wanted to sleep with you, but since nothing had happened all night I assumed you'd just go to sleep. But then you started groping me...'

Ah, I'm just an unstoppable slut then. Marvellous.
(clumsyeloquence is a girl, Thu 4 Sep 2008, 13:53, Reply)