| Having just moved to NC from FL, I took a visit down two weeks ago to visit some old friends. Along with the typical group, I also started texting a girl that I knew was really in to me. We had hooked up at parties in the past, but nothing serious. She is a solid 7, a dancer, with a really nice body.
Well my parents still own the house we lived in while in FL, so I crased there during my visit. I had people over every night, hooked up with a couple girls, and got shit drunk every night. It was awesome, but I hadn't got laid during my visit. So one night I text the dancer, and have her come to a party I was having.
To be completely honest, I am not into this girl whatsoever. I find her attractive, but her personality just bugs the hell out of me. Maybe I am to picky, whatever.
Anyways, when she shows up I am pretty drunk already. I am talking to everybody, we are all having a good time, and this girl feels neglected that I am not focusing on her.
She comes up to me:
"I think I am going to head home with my friend who is leaving now, I would stay longer but I am to drunk to drive myself."
Realizing I am on the verge of losing what was a for sure lay, I assess the situation... drunkenly:
"You are always welcome to stay here if you can't drive" I tell her.
"You don't have any furniture in your house, I don't want to sleep on the ground." she replies.
She has a point, my parents had moved all the furniture to NC already. All I had was a blanket, pillow, and tiny blow up mattress for the time being. I decide to try a different route:
"There are beds upstairs you can use," I tell her, which is not true at all. All the rooms upstairs are empty as well. But she buys it:
"Is there really?" she asks
"Yeah, come on, I'll show you."
I take her upstairs and in to the first room.
Once I had her isolated, nothing else mattered. We went into the first empty room, closed the door and locked it. This was about one in the morning, I finish around two. The sex was ok, I was pretty drunk so I really didn't care.
She is laying naked on the floor of an empty room, and I start putting my clothes on.
"Where are you going?" she asks.
I tell her that I am going to rejoin the party, I'm not ready to go to sleep. She asks me to bring her a blanket a pillow when I come back.
"Yeah. Sure."
I come back downstairs to find the party is still going strong. The rest of the night becomes a blur after the next round of shots, but I wake up the next morning with another girl with me in my mattress, and three messages on my phone. All from the dancer.
Message 1
"Why did I wake up naked and alone in an empty room this morning?"
Message 2
"Wow. You are such an asshole. You ditch me for some slut? FUCK YOU!"
Message 3
*This is one reason I don't get girls
"Hey, sorry for being such a drunk slut last night. Call me when you get a chance, I really want to see you before you leave."
Needless to say, I haven't spoken to her since. Life is good.
-Dr4ma
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