So. I have been putting off telling this story, but after reading a similar story on my favorite Aggie's diary, I figured it was time to fess up.
Not to sound dramatic or scary, but I think I have a problem. I seriously think I may be a nymphomaniac.
Not kidding.
I have had this feeling ever since I was sexually active and only now come to grips that it could be true.
Want proof?? Thought so.
Before I go on, I do want to give all of my single guy friends a special message: It CAN happen to you.
Now. Two Sundays ago, otherwise known as the 5th of September, my bestest friend Rachel was throwing together a Birthday Party for a gal she works with named Katherine. (Side note about Katherine: Her and I have been found guilty of swigging Maker's Mark from a flask in a few bathroom stalls at boring venues- she's a GREAT and very prepared friend.)
During Sunday afternoon, I was at Rachel's house trying to help get the party started and running around where ever I was needed. I started drinking pretty early.
I mean, is there anyone else out there who has brought a couple beers into the shower with them?? Yeah, it was like that.
So people started arriving and I started making myself vodka martinis by the cup full. The thought crossed my mind that I was going to be the only drinkard at the party, because generally the group we roll with never gets drunk enough for my liking. At any rate, either the guests were following my drunken lead or they were having shitty weeks themselves, because everyone was eventually WRECKED.
Now. The house that Rachel just bought is in a super cute town with lots of college fellahs and tons of drinkers and more than enough bars to satisfy them all.
Enter three strangers walking on the sidewalk in front of the house where Me and a few friends are chain smoking cigarettes.
Me, Rachel and Gus decide AT THE SAME TIME we were going to start inviting strangers off the street into the party for free drinks and free drunk people to drink with.
The bought it.
I asked them what they wanted and brought them two of what they asked for.
-I thought it was a good way to 'sell' the party-
Right?
Right.
So one of the stranger boys took a liking to me and by the end of the night we were heavy-duty smooching on front of the house.
Yes, it was in front of all my friends.
Yes, they told me ALL about it.
Yes, stranger boy got lucky later.
No, I had no idea what his name was.
Yes, fellahs, IT DOES HAPPEN.
You too could be minding your own business when out of nowhere a drunk, freaky gal stops you and gives you meaningless sex. Enjoy.
2:46 PM - Tuesday, Sept. 14, 2004
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