Edited for truth. Also, every time I get blackout drunk, it seems I make enough cool shit comments to earn rep from people. I don't feel that I've done that tonight. Rep me for being a cool ass motherfucker. Not that I fuck my own mom, just yours...
They are just beginning to realize the likelihood them escaping the friend zone of a sober girl is about .0000001%.
Who the hell knows what to do with a sober girl. 90 percent of my first sexual encounters with a woman have been fueled by alcohol. Now sure, if we end up dating or something there will be some sober sex, but that first time? Besides 2 girls, they've all been drunk sex. Sober girls, sitting there sipping your ice water through a straw, looking all haughty and clear eyed, wondering if maybe "We should go". Pfff.
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I really don't know. I was drunk and for some reason I seemed to remember you taking about how open your marriage was, and how awesome it was. I'm probably wrong. Sorry
I don't know, the "Adderrrrallllllllll ides marh bewre" looks suspiciously like "Adderall - Beware the ides of March.' I think this might be a breakthrough
Sam, you just made me realize I will more than likely never get laid again. It has been years since I have had sober sex and have no idea how to even go about it anymore. How do you have sex with someone the first time sober? How do you pull off the innocent "Oh I never usually act like this" or "It was totally out of character for me to jump on you, but..." or my personal favorite "I really am a sweet, innocent girl". Christ, my fucking life is over. I am way too immature and irresponsible and have zero idea how to be a functioning adult apparently. This is depressing.
I just wanted to stumble into this infected appendix of a thread to simply say: Fuck Canada like Sidney Crosby fucks meese. Let's get tore up.
I don't remember going to bed. I don't remember getting home. I don't remember buring the shit out of my hand on the baking sheet in the oven. I don't remember falling and scraping the hell out of my arm. I don't remember leaving my credit card at the bar (still don't know which bar). I don't remember spending $200 on booze at the bar (ok that's a lie, I remember spending $150 of it). I don't remember sending dirty text messages to my asian neighbor. I don't remember peeing half on the floor and half in the toilet. I do remember having a fucking blast at pub and putt. I highly recommend it for anyone in the Twin Cities area.
You make two false assumptions. First, as guys, we never buy that "sweet and innocent" stuff. Second, as long as a girl isn't yelling "no, stop, or rape", we don't pay attention to a word that is said to us.
Woke up about a half hour ago. Guess I was at the bar til about 3, couple drinks when I got home, passed out by 4-5ish. Naturally, I feel like misery dipped in shit. But the gold medal game starts soon, so I have to start drinking for that. Got a feeling these first 6 or so beers are gonna hurt... The things I do for my country. With that, edit: and this Knopfler is fucking amazing.
You'll figure it out. I am sure it is like many of the things that you are having to learn to enjoy sober and have discovered it isn't necessarily worse, just different. On the positive side, no more waking up with vague recollections of what happened the night before, dates where you actually talk to the other person and remember what they said, a lot more time to devote to yourself and relationships that used to be spent drinking. Maybe you could even pick up a new hobby or two and meet somebody that way. Those who aren't accustomed to needing the "I never usually act like this" as a green light. And if that fails, you can always respond differently to the next text message from your "friend", offer him a safe ride home, and see how it is having drunken monkey sex while sober.