<div style='font: 10pt ; text-align: left; '>I'm over at a friend's place tonight, and he says there's a girl coming by who has a boyfriend, but if she ever breaks up with him he wants to be the first in line. So it's him and her and me and his roommate. So she comes over, and I can tell she wants me to get with her from about ten minutes after she comes in.
I'm trying to be the wingman, and steer her in his direction, but it's just not happening, it's not working at all, he's trying to impress her but he's making mistakes or at least doesn't have the attitude right. She's not into it and wanting to spend time with me instead. For about the first two hours I'm still trying to point her towards him, telling him to lose, goddammit, at Soul Calibur if he's going to play with her, trying to steer the evening in the right direction. I've been drinking (but not much, four shots maybe in two hours), so has he, so has she. Eventually, though, she notices that I'm also trying to make her happy, have a good time, show her that I can be hot, and I'm giving her very slight massages, and she's on me, and I'm really turned on. Basically she ended up freaking me in his apartment. I didn't exactly go all out on it, but almost, eventually I was dancing with her and freaking her too.
So we end up going outside, not much really happened, there was physical contact but it didn't get really intense. We talked some too, I said that my friend was going to kill me because he'd invited her over to get with him, and she felt bad because she just wasn't interested in him at all. Meanwhile my friend is checking on us outside every ten minutes, telling me there that he remembered I told him I had to go because I had something to do tomorrow morning (I hadn't), trying to get the homemade DDR pad I'd brought over to his place into my car, and basically giving me indications that he'd be great with me taking off and leaving her there (for that matter, just me getting the hell out). Every time I would try to sort of go in that direction and say "Yeah, I really should go, you should stay here and hang with these guys though," I could tell she had no indication of wanting to stay if I wasn't there. So she would then say she had to go, my friend would try to convince her to stay, I'd say I could hang around for half an hour while I "sobered up" (I was quite good to drive at this point) to try to somehow make this situation more chill. Wasn't going to happen, eventually his other roomate came at me and said with obvious feeling that I was causing bad vibes and breaking trust, "You need to go. I'm going to drive you home." So I said, "That's okay, I'm good, I'm leaving.", and here I am.
I have never been really a "bros before hos" kind of guy, but I know there is a code you don't break when it comes to guys wanting to get with girls, and I have probably broken it. But goddammit. I also know that she wouldn't have been happy if I hadn't stayed, and probably would have left earlier, and goddammit if it just didn't feel so right to be giving her something necessary (or maybe not, but at that at least made her happy). She was not there to play Soul Calibur or watch the O.C., she was there to have fun and flirt and do all the things hot twentysomethingyearolds do. And it just really felt right - it WAS right, I want to say, but I have to admit that there was something there that I can't figure out that I violated.
So I'm trying to figure out why if I've been such an asshole that I feel like I really did something right. Anyway, let me know what you think.</div>
I'm trying to be the wingman, and steer her in his direction, but it's just not happening, it's not working at all, he's trying to impress her but he's making mistakes or at least doesn't have the attitude right. She's not into it and wanting to spend time with me instead. For about the first two hours I'm still trying to point her towards him, telling him to lose, goddammit, at Soul Calibur if he's going to play with her, trying to steer the evening in the right direction. I've been drinking (but not much, four shots maybe in two hours), so has he, so has she. Eventually, though, she notices that I'm also trying to make her happy, have a good time, show her that I can be hot, and I'm giving her very slight massages, and she's on me, and I'm really turned on. Basically she ended up freaking me in his apartment. I didn't exactly go all out on it, but almost, eventually I was dancing with her and freaking her too.
So we end up going outside, not much really happened, there was physical contact but it didn't get really intense. We talked some too, I said that my friend was going to kill me because he'd invited her over to get with him, and she felt bad because she just wasn't interested in him at all. Meanwhile my friend is checking on us outside every ten minutes, telling me there that he remembered I told him I had to go because I had something to do tomorrow morning (I hadn't), trying to get the homemade DDR pad I'd brought over to his place into my car, and basically giving me indications that he'd be great with me taking off and leaving her there (for that matter, just me getting the hell out). Every time I would try to sort of go in that direction and say "Yeah, I really should go, you should stay here and hang with these guys though," I could tell she had no indication of wanting to stay if I wasn't there. So she would then say she had to go, my friend would try to convince her to stay, I'd say I could hang around for half an hour while I "sobered up" (I was quite good to drive at this point) to try to somehow make this situation more chill. Wasn't going to happen, eventually his other roomate came at me and said with obvious feeling that I was causing bad vibes and breaking trust, "You need to go. I'm going to drive you home." So I said, "That's okay, I'm good, I'm leaving.", and here I am.
I have never been really a "bros before hos" kind of guy, but I know there is a code you don't break when it comes to guys wanting to get with girls, and I have probably broken it. But goddammit. I also know that she wouldn't have been happy if I hadn't stayed, and probably would have left earlier, and goddammit if it just didn't feel so right to be giving her something necessary (or maybe not, but at that at least made her happy). She was not there to play Soul Calibur or watch the O.C., she was there to have fun and flirt and do all the things hot twentysomethingyearolds do. And it just really felt right - it WAS right, I want to say, but I have to admit that there was something there that I can't figure out that I violated.
So I'm trying to figure out why if I've been such an asshole that I feel like I really did something right. Anyway, let me know what you think.</div>