This happened about six years ago when I was in grad school. It was homecoming weekend and I had a lot to celebrate as my boyfriend had just recently proposed to me. I’ve taken some liberty with the dialogue because of course I don’t remember the EXACT words used by the hunk of man meat railing me six years ago, but the gist is the same.
My roommate and I had a few of people over for a homecoming party. I also invited the girl who was my roommate in undergrad, she was recently single. At the time I was what I call ‘a slut in recovery’, honestly, I had every intention to remain faithful to my new fiance but that’s a lot easier said then done. My fiance wasn’t able to make it down for the weekend so I was partying solo. All of the guys at the party sort of gravitated towards my former roommate as all of the other girls present were in relationships. This was a problem because a) I’m a competitive bitch and b) I was drinking copiously. The more I drank, the flirtier I became and the more attention I started to get from the guys. Of course, none of them made a move in front of others people because everyone knew I was engaged, but throughout the night I would slip out for a cigarette and let one of them feel me up or makeout with one of them in a dark corner.