i highly regret new years eve just gone
i had tickets for a fantastic pissup with my friends at a local club, which id bought 2 months prior, and given one to my (then) girlfriend.

after a fairly amicable break up, (although i still longed to be with her) we decided to stay friendly, and go along with our groups.

by 10:30, she was utterly pissfucked on JD and shooters, and is LITERALLY crawling around the club, looking for me.
Turns out that her group of friends had fucked off elsewhere, and left her behind in this state, assuming i would look after her. foolishly, i did.

Prior to this, i was attempting to make the most of my newfound single status, and generally help cheer myself up over the break-up, and was chatting up a rather tasty blonde at the bar, who was single, and interested. very interested. we decided to play some games, and not tell each other our names, instead using petnames (honey/foxy/shugs, not rex/fido/tiddles)

it is at this very point that the two stories collide, as a very drunk ex falls into me, in tears, bearly able to walk, crying her eyes out about being so hideously fucking drunk, and asking me to take her home.

which, like the complete fucking retard i am, i did. i told my mystery girl what the situation was, and how she needed to get home, and that id be back within half an hour. she was cool with it, and said she didnt mind that i was gonna help my ex out (cos she was clearly in a state)

so, with that, i helped the ex stagger her way to the taxi rank, and got her a ride home. but she was worried she wouldnt get ondoors on her own, so i said id get her home, then head back to the club.

so, reluctant cabbie drives us to hers, and i pay, and ask him to hang around for 5 mins, as i should be heading back shortly.

at this point, ex has gone from pissed, to hornydrunk, and drags me indoors to toy with.

much gropping ensues, but no sex, and she tells me she still loves me. at 1am, i have to head back to the club (where my car is parked) to let my mate get his stuff out of the boot. so i leave her at home, and head off by foot to town .

eventually, when i get there. everyone has gone off, the club is closing up, and the mystery blonde i was chatting up has long gone. this was only made worse the following day when the ex sobers up, and tells me she meant nothing from the night before, and blamed me for taking advantage!

my regret?
i regret not ignoring my ex, and not letting her pass out in a pile of her own vomit.

but most of all, i regret never finding out who my mystery blonde was.

foxy/kitten, if youre reading this, i'm sorry i stood you up.
( lo, the Greebo Warrior - Est. 2002, Thu 5 Oct 2006, 21:54, Reply)