Just my LUCK!
Saturday night I went out with a bunch of friends, There was four guys and only one other girl except me. I swear that sparked some interest right there. I met this guy named Max. For some reason I spoke to him as we were walking in. He hung out all night with us. He was awesome. We danced, he bought my drinks. He kissed me. ECT.... ECT... He found out early on that I was married but we got passed that.
This guy really turned me on. I loved his size, everything.
Now for the downfall. At 12:30 he asked me back to his place. I said no because I didnt want to be in the position of being drunk and fucking a starnger. He was cool. We danced, talked,made out a little more and he said he wanted to see a lot more of me. By 1am I ran outside alone because I realized I was about to throw up. I apparently passed out and was found out there by my sister at 2:15. Not one of my finner moments guys. Now I know even when I was sober this guy was hot, and had a killer personality. The problem is I can't remember his last name and I didn't give him my number. YAY, GO me right. I found the perfect side man and then passed out and forgot how to call him back.
This guy really turned me on. I loved his size, everything.
Now for the downfall. At 12:30 he asked me back to his place. I said no because I didnt want to be in the position of being drunk and fucking a starnger. He was cool. We danced, talked,made out a little more and he said he wanted to see a lot more of me. By 1am I ran outside alone because I realized I was about to throw up. I apparently passed out and was found out there by my sister at 2:15. Not one of my finner moments guys. Now I know even when I was sober this guy was hot, and had a killer personality. The problem is I can't remember his last name and I didn't give him my number. YAY, GO me right. I found the perfect side man and then passed out and forgot how to call him back.