To start, I’ll give you a vague summary of the few years that preceded the story I’m about to tell. Things with Beth went south pretty fast after she moved in. During this, we moved into an apartment and then a rental house with two of her friends, both women. (Don’t go getting ahead of me :P ) During this time, she had also confessed to me that her primary motivation in moving in with me, was escaping her legitimately crazy family.
At this point in the relationship, I was not only desperate for attention from Beth, but I found myself feeling like women simply weren’t sexually attracted to me. So, being unemployed, I had been sitting around the house all day in a deep state of depression, all while Beth decided to go sleep over at a friends house.
Our roommates, Alice and Jennifer had both come home from work and we all had a nice long weekend to look forward to. I was so wrapped up in my own head that I had simply sprawled out on our futon in the living room, which we’d laid flat. They stood in the doorways to their rooms talking, and eventually, I heard them call to me, “Hey, wanna get drunk with us?”