A few weeks back I was working a Sunday night. Some girls that a regular customers (and beginning to become friends of sorts) stopped in for their usual Sunday night debauchery. The three of them are all fairly attractive and very down to earth. (I would surely hook up with any of them, and have kissed two of them).
A few weeks earlier they had brought a friend with them "C". She was about 5'6, very slender, and blonde. The first time I met her she flirted with me harmlessly, however, unlike most times I picked up on it.
So, when they brought her in this particular Sunday I began flirting with her, put my hat on her head (I think girls look smokin in backwards baseball hats). The hat gives them a sporty, confident, and down to earth look... I absolutely love it.
After a few hours of beers and shots, and repeating that cycle, everyone was tipsy, some wasted. She was one of them, yet I was unaware. As much as I work in the bar I can never tell how drunk people are until they are WASTED.
When the night was over I offered to drive them home to Brewer's Hill
. When I dropped them off the one girl insisted I drop her off first. She was setting me up to hook up. I knew this and she did too. The slim blonde and I arrived outside her house. We talked back and forth, and then she dove in, and we started making out. She invited me in, we had to let her dog out.
We got in her house and started making out all over, on the counter, the floor, the couch. It was a blast. Although, it was not until this point that I realized HOW drunk she really was. It was just the look in her eyes. We continued to fool around and her shirt eventually worked its way off.
She was slim and I knew she had small breasts. But, her breasts were basically non-existent, once removed from the clothes hiding them. I am not a breast guy, or normally concerned with size of a woman's chest. But, this was a whole new game for me. It just caught me off guard. I am used to at least a little something, a handful, enough to tweak between my pointer and thumb, SOMETHING. But I got NOTHING! It's ok though, she's not disqualified or even loosing points for this physical trait. I was just amazed.
After a good 30 minute make out and light groping session its 4am on a Sunday night/Monday morning and we both have to work. In her drunken stupor between kisses she stated she had to go to sleep. Drunkenly she stripped all her clothes off, except for her underwear and dove in bed.
It was at this point that a critical decision had to be made. Stay, sleep, and drive home in the morning and risk an uncomfortable wake up. Or drive home now and pass out. I choose to stay and sleep in a warm bed (STUPID).
When we both woke up in the morning she seemed confused. I mean she WAS almost naked and whether she knew what happened or not I am not sure. I felt awkward like she thought we screwed (which we definitely did NOT). So I woke up, drove home, changed, and trucked into work. Tired and groggily recalling the nights events. On the drive home I realized something. I left my wallet, wine key, and bottle opener on her kitchen table. There was no time to cut back. I was already going to cut it close for work, and cutting back through Canton and Brewer's Hill would surely put me behind.
Later in the day I received a text, telling me that my stuff was there. She said she was going to drop it off at the bar for me. As that may seem nice, it is also a sure way to avoid seeing me and feeling uncomfortable. However, I later received another text that stated she was too hung over to move and asked me to just come get it. Apparently she was so hung over she skipped work and stayed home all day. Hmmmm... she probably definitely does not recall much and now I feel guilty. Like I did something wrong! I ended up picking my stuff up on that Monday night. I stopped by, she was still hurting, and we talked for a few minutes and then I left. I didn't really feel awkward but I could tell she did, so I chatted and bolted.
It was one of those things.
I ended up running into her again when I was out one night. She ended up drunkenly texting me later that night (a booty call I assume). And she also came back into the bar on a Sunday with her crew. So all in all, I guess she doesn't think too low of me, which is good, right? I'll see how things play out.
However, I do not expect or want more from this chick...