Ever have a friend who is a lot of fun, but unreliable?
That’s Jake. Tonight we went out for a night of bar hopping, got about four beers in, and then somehow he ended up ditching me. This happens a lot. It’s not like he does it on purpose, just that when he’s drinking he gets ideas in his head like “Hey that girl outside is hot!” or “Weren’t we going to the bar next door?”
I put up with it because he’s hot. Now, if he heard me saying that, he’d probably freak out. As far as he knows we’re just a couple of straight dudes drunkenly chasing chicks. But I have to admit, it’s an added bonus that he has amazing dark hair, deep eyes you can get lost in, and plump lips I can just imagine wrapping themselves around my…
Anyway. We don’t do that.
Usually I run into him at another bar in a half hour, but tonight he’s just gone. Oh well. I’ll probably have better luck picking up a girl without his loud drunken ass hanging off my shoulder anyway.