Full stomach, Full head, Full bed
I eat. I sleep. I eat more and sleep more. I am depressed because Lydia has forsaken me. Within the limits of who she and I are it almost seems inevitable that this would happen. The timing was perfect because she was in her element, with her friends from El Paso. Her click. My adversaries.
The night was crazy. We were all so tired and drunk. Three girls and me all wanted to lay outside. Three girls all of whom which were drunk and Lydia's friends. Three girls and "IThinkImaPimpWhenImDrunkBilly". I knew one of the girls was good to go. So we started the magic, and well, you know me, its really quite typical of me, I wanted to involve everyone! So i started reaching my arms around and feeling on everybody. One of the girls was cool, she just was like "wrong person" so i caught the drift and i moved my free arm the other direction. The girl laying right on the other side of me and the one who was good to go, was letting me rub for a minute, and actually seemed like she was getting into it, and then she rolled over. I thought to myself, "Morality Attack." And then i thought to myself... "What the fuck am i doing?" So i got up and left.
Morning comes and G takes me aside saying that Chrissy was really freaked out about the whole situation. So i apologized to Chrissy because i was drunk and horny. She wasn't hearing it at all. She was just totally fucking stupid about it.
Mistake #2. I left to avoid the drama. I should have stayed and defended myself. I think that my idea of a festival of love is a fairly natural reaction for a guy sleeping in the same bed with 3 girls after a night of heavy drinking and partying and grinding on all 3 on the dance floor. But. I didn't feel like dealing with the bullshit. The hardest part of that mistake is that all of the girls (except G of course) there were able to convince Lydia that i am a sleezeball for doing this, and now she won't accept my phone calls. It saddens me very much to lose a friend over something so stupid, and even more that she won't even listen to my side of the story before passing judgement.
Drunk Billy is the master of bad moves.
The night was crazy. We were all so tired and drunk. Three girls and me all wanted to lay outside. Three girls all of whom which were drunk and Lydia's friends. Three girls and "IThinkImaPimpWhenImDrunkBilly". I knew one of the girls was good to go. So we started the magic, and well, you know me, its really quite typical of me, I wanted to involve everyone! So i started reaching my arms around and feeling on everybody. One of the girls was cool, she just was like "wrong person" so i caught the drift and i moved my free arm the other direction. The girl laying right on the other side of me and the one who was good to go, was letting me rub for a minute, and actually seemed like she was getting into it, and then she rolled over. I thought to myself, "Morality Attack." And then i thought to myself... "What the fuck am i doing?" So i got up and left.
Morning comes and G takes me aside saying that Chrissy was really freaked out about the whole situation. So i apologized to Chrissy because i was drunk and horny. She wasn't hearing it at all. She was just totally fucking stupid about it.
Mistake #2. I left to avoid the drama. I should have stayed and defended myself. I think that my idea of a festival of love is a fairly natural reaction for a guy sleeping in the same bed with 3 girls after a night of heavy drinking and partying and grinding on all 3 on the dance floor. But. I didn't feel like dealing with the bullshit. The hardest part of that mistake is that all of the girls (except G of course) there were able to convince Lydia that i am a sleezeball for doing this, and now she won't accept my phone calls. It saddens me very much to lose a friend over something so stupid, and even more that she won't even listen to my side of the story before passing judgement.
Drunk Billy is the master of bad moves.