(This is a really slow burning story, so if you just wanna skip to the action scroll down to the paragraph with the **bolded** words)
I just got home from dropping my friend Jay off, and I immediately thought you guys would wanna hear this.
A couple months ago, my friend Jay broke up with his girlfriend. Jay didn’t seem to have much trouble getting over her, as they weren’t dating for long, and I barely knew her. The split seemed to go pretty easy for him, and I was glad. Well, Jay and I were at a party tonight with some mutual friends and some friends of those friends. It was a fun party, most people were drinking, though I chose not to, and there was lots of dancing.
Obviously there was dancing, and we’re all adults, so one could only expect some grinding at the party. Personally, I chose not to do any of that, but the majority of the women there were doing it. At the end of the party, Jay mentioned that he was going to take an Uber home because he’d been drinking. I drove myself there, and I figured driving him home would be the nice thing to do.