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It's 3 AM and I can't sleep so I thought I'd share what happened to me on Monday night.
I reconnected with two of my old buddies - let's call them Alex and Pat - whom I attended school with over four years ago. We haven't really seen each other or hung out together since. It was so much fun catching up with them since we've all changed and are in college now - I haven't laughed as hard in years, it literally felt like I was back in the 8th grade without a care in the world.
We went sake bombing in Brooklyn. Alex and I met at 6 PM and Pat met up with us about an hour later. We got really trashed after only about two hours of drinking. Like veeeeeeeeeeery drunk. So drunk that we don't even remember paying for the bill. The fucking place charged my debit card over $200 when it should have been only $57 for my portion. WTF?! Alex and I think they purposely gypped us because we were so drunk. But anyway I'm working on fixing the money situation.
I walked into the bathroom at the restaurant with Alex while we were piss drunk and the next thing I know he's making out with me. Keep in mind I was can't-feel-my-face drunk and so was he. He's a very good looking guy, has very legitimate model looks. I kinda got a gay vibe from him before but I was never really sure. In fact, I'm still not really sure. I know when I'm drunk I lose all inhibitions and I'll make out with girls. That doesn't make me straight, so I'm not going to jump to the conclusion that he's gay just because we had some drunken fun. It doesn't fucking matter at all one way or another - unless he actually likes me like that, which I doubt, but that's getting way ahead of myself.
We left the restaurant at around 9 and the rest of the night was an absolute blur. The three of us took a cab to Alex's crib where we hung out until 2. I don't remember anything other than laying on his bed with the two of them and playing with Alex's dick. Here's how fuzzy my memory is of the night: 1) I can't remember any of the cab ride to his house - our driver was convinced that we were high on cocaine. Literally. 2) I can't even remember any of what his place looks like. I couldn't even tell you if it's a house or apartment. 3) I can't remember anything that we did other than fuck around a little.
Finally at about 2 AM Pat and I took a cab home. He got dropped off first, then me.
Alex and I texted all of yesterday and we even talked about our little "incident" although I laugh at calling it that because it really was no big deal. He was embarrassed by it and I told him don't even worry about it. I like the kid a lot. I rarely feel like I have a genuine connection with someone, especially young people my age, but I do with him. It's really nice to have a GUY friend who is serious, mature and normal and funny and non-boring. We get along great and it's nice that we reconnected. We're probably gonna get dinner on Friday night and further recap our Hangover-esque night.
Well, that's it.
It's 3 AM and I can't sleep so I thought I'd share what happened to me on Monday night.
I reconnected with two of my old buddies - let's call them Alex and Pat - whom I attended school with over four years ago. We haven't really seen each other or hung out together since. It was so much fun catching up with them since we've all changed and are in college now - I haven't laughed as hard in years, it literally felt like I was back in the 8th grade without a care in the world.
We went sake bombing in Brooklyn. Alex and I met at 6 PM and Pat met up with us about an hour later. We got really trashed after only about two hours of drinking. Like veeeeeeeeeeery drunk. So drunk that we don't even remember paying for the bill. The fucking place charged my debit card over $200 when it should have been only $57 for my portion. WTF?! Alex and I think they purposely gypped us because we were so drunk. But anyway I'm working on fixing the money situation.
I walked into the bathroom at the restaurant with Alex while we were piss drunk and the next thing I know he's making out with me. Keep in mind I was can't-feel-my-face drunk and so was he. He's a very good looking guy, has very legitimate model looks. I kinda got a gay vibe from him before but I was never really sure. In fact, I'm still not really sure. I know when I'm drunk I lose all inhibitions and I'll make out with girls. That doesn't make me straight, so I'm not going to jump to the conclusion that he's gay just because we had some drunken fun. It doesn't fucking matter at all one way or another - unless he actually likes me like that, which I doubt, but that's getting way ahead of myself.
We left the restaurant at around 9 and the rest of the night was an absolute blur. The three of us took a cab to Alex's crib where we hung out until 2. I don't remember anything other than laying on his bed with the two of them and playing with Alex's dick. Here's how fuzzy my memory is of the night: 1) I can't remember any of the cab ride to his house - our driver was convinced that we were high on cocaine. Literally. 2) I can't even remember any of what his place looks like. I couldn't even tell you if it's a house or apartment. 3) I can't remember anything that we did other than fuck around a little.
Finally at about 2 AM Pat and I took a cab home. He got dropped off first, then me.
Alex and I texted all of yesterday and we even talked about our little "incident" although I laugh at calling it that because it really was no big deal. He was embarrassed by it and I told him don't even worry about it. I like the kid a lot. I rarely feel like I have a genuine connection with someone, especially young people my age, but I do with him. It's really nice to have a GUY friend who is serious, mature and normal and funny and non-boring. We get along great and it's nice that we reconnected. We're probably gonna get dinner on Friday night and further recap our Hangover-esque night.
Well, that's it.