One night, I’m out with a girlfriend of mine, completely drunk off my asssss. And when I get drunk, I get ridiculously horny. It’s just, a given. Anyway, I was sending little flirty texts to this guy I was kiiiiind of talking to at the time? Sort of? Not the point I guess.. but I was making plans to go over to his house. I’ll call him K. I’m honestly kind of gone at this point though, so when my friend’s relative is telling my friend “she’s in no condition to drive” and they’re like talking about it and everything, I sort of tune it out because this other guy texts me. I know, I’m a horrible person. Lol
So this other guy, let’s call him A, I hadn’t talked to him in a while, hadn’t seen him since our first, and what I thought was our only, hook up. Truthfully I thought he was going to be a one night stand. Don’t get me wrong, I had a lot of fun with him but there was a bit of a distance issue so it just felt impractical to keep talking to him after our hook up. And the hook up itself wasn’t even something that was planned. He was just some hot guy I picked up one day. The kicker is, I just so happened to be in town when he shot that text…