DRUNK?

So let me explain something about me, that a lot of people can't believe.. I have been sober since I was 25. I didn't have a drinking issue that I was aware of, but rather just realised I didn't need drinking or drugs (marajuana) in my life. So I quit... all of it! This in the dating world causes some issues. See at my age, people find this shocking. Most people in my dating range are looking to party. They wanna get hammered, and want someone who is ok with this. So if you read my profile, and see that I don't drink, people jump to the assumption I am not OK with people drinking. This is not the case. It does get me in peculiar situations sometimes though?

So I started talking to a girl (I would say was way out of my age range for dating, she was 21). She is a Niagara College student and I can't even remember the circumstances we started talking online. We will call her "Leia". Myself and her got along really well. She did how ever start talk of sex almost immediately. I remember clearly the first "sexting" message I got from her. "I am watching 2 girls eating each other out, My pussy is so wet!" (sorry mom). I clearly, having 2 heads to think with had a choice at this time., I can either be the adult, know clearly she is too young and not pursue anything further, or I can go with this. (If I did the adult thing I wouldn't be writing this story now.)

This girl, was always getting drunk and texting me telling me she wanted to suck me off... *blink blink*

So one day I was in Welland (house sitting my moms, in January). Myself and her decided we would get together later that week. Go for sushi and watch a film! She texted me on the Monday, drunk again telling me how much she wanted me. As the night progressed she texted me, probably around midnight. "I fell and hit my head off the cement"

"Do you need me to come get you?"

"I don't know?"

"If you need to get home let me know and I will get you home."

"Ok maybe I should go home"

I went and picked her up. She didn't seem that drunk. She then tells me she was trying to kick her friend and he caught her foot and tripped her. This is how she hit her head. She is talking without issue. no slurring... no visible signs she is drunk. I get her home and she asks me to come in. I say initially "NO". She starts rubbing me, over my pants and asks "are you sure?".

I again thinking with my penis, go inside. She shows me around her student housing, house. Then takes me to her room. She brushes her teeth then comes back and starts kissing me. I am trying to prevent things from happening, knowing these are not the circumstances I want this to go down. we lay in bed, I am more concerned she is in no state to sleep. So i just cuddle her and keep conversation going. She then slips her hands down my pants. I pull her hand out once. She sends it back down immediately. PENIS WINS AGAIN!

We then start the foreplay and before I know it I am inside her. It was one of the most erotic incidents I have ever had. Now I want more. We continue to 3 times, and the third time, she is starting to show signs that maybe she was more drunk than I thought. I pull out and didn't finish. I am then kicked out of the house... that is actually what happened. I am not a get up and go type of guy, usually.

The next morning I wake up and am bombarded with messages of how much of a jerk I am. How I took advantage of a situation. She hates me and never wants to see me again. I try talking to her about it and she doesn't want to hear any of it. She then messages me later telling me she misses me. I am not exactly sure what to think about the emotional rollercoaster she is currently rocking. I decided to not talk to her anymore.

Well not perminently. I texted her every now and then, making sure she doesn't hate me. Eventually school finished. She is staying in her student housing, and has a job in Niagara. While she is in Niagara none of her friends are here. She then starts confiding in me. I am the only friend in Niagara she has. We are now talking and have actually became amazing friends! I don't go around her if she is drunk, but none the less, she asked me to write our story. Here it is!

My disclaimer... I never went to college to be a linguist, nor do I suspect or have grandeur or illusions that I know how to use my mother tongue of English. I am currently blogging from my iPhone so I assume most if not all spelling mistakes will be corrected. But I'll be fucked to know how to put a grammatically correct sentence together! Cheers!

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