So, Story Time:
I was bartending at a craft cocktail bar a few years ago on New Year’s Eve. We were all a little champagne and whiskey drunk, and at midnight everyone was kissing everyone. Straight, gay, male, female, it didn’t matter. I probably made out with five or six people that night before we even left work.
For months before this night, there had been serious sexual tension brewing between myself and one of the servers. The tension was palpable. You could reach out and feel it. Her eyes told me exactly what she wanted and mine certainly weren’t hiding anything.
I was crushing hard, and it went on like this for months, but this night, New Year’s Eve, somehow I just knew we were finally going to fuck. I knew it before the shift had even started, before we were all fucked up.
After work, I take all my coworkers to go to the local pub. My girlfriend at the time did the same. We split into our separate work groups.
The festivities continued, lots of kissing everyone else, lots of drunken, “I fucking love you, man!”’s — Just another wild New Year’s Eve until…