A few years ago, I was a couple months into a new job where I met a cute guy in my department. We were both single, he was smart and made me laugh, but dating within the company seemed like such a bad idea. So I made sure to limit our interactions to mostly covert flirting around the office. Other people probably noticed but it was only flirting, no harm in that, right?
A few weeks after we had been flirting, he invited me to a house party at his place. This was my chance to show a little more skin that he was used to. I wore tiny denim shorts that my ass hung out the bottom of, a tight tank top with a cute bra underneath, and a sexy little thong. We had spent the night making eyes across the room, flirting when we ran into each other, and partnering up in beer pong. However, it was still an unspoken attraction, we hadn’t even kissed. By the end of the night, I had drank way too much alcohol, and was really in no shape to be around a guy I liked. My friends offered to take me home, but I was insistent I needed to stay to help him clean up…or something. My friends ended up leaving, asking me to text them when i got home. That was the last thing I remembered that night.