So like up to now everything I’ve posted has been some weird power dynamic or some internal conflict. But today I’m just going to tell you about the time I blew a guy at a party because I felt bad for him. Because sometimes you just do something and it isn’t dripping with subtext, it’s just a slutty thing you did.
This was during my freshman year of college. I lived at home but spent a lot of nights in dorm rooms of friends of mine, especially after we went out drinking, and there were plenty of chances to just go to parties, hang out, that kind of thing. I was enjoying that part of life, being a pseudo-adult, all of that.
So I was at a party my soon-to-be-sorority was hosting. There was this guy there, average guy, nothing particularly noteworthy. I’m very flirty when I drink and I’d definitely been drinking. Note that “flirty” doesn’t automatically mean “horny”, I just like the flirting part; it can escalate from there but it doesn’t have to.