So I settle in - make myself good and comfortable - and announce to my buddy he's in the trust bubble. He proceeds to tell me he called this girl ("just a friend") to go with him to a buddy's birthday party on Saturday night. Since she likes him more than just a friend, he gives her the option: meet there, take separate Uber's home OR meet at his house, drive together, take one Uber back to his place, and she could sleep on the couch.
Seriously, this was his best logic, and he was really crossing his fingers she was going to choose option number one. His words.
She chose option number two.
Now, my buddy doesn't think he's charming, but he's an idiot. He's great looking and he's funny. Just add alcohol, and he's a real panty-dropper. But he tries to tell me anyway that, contrary to his best effort (so as not to lead this poor girl on) he came off like the Dos Equis guy instead. You ever have those nights when you're just on your A-game? Well, this was his night, I guess - and it just happened to be the one night he didn't want to be impressive. Sure.
First red flag in the story is: every time he walks up to the bar to order drinks for he and his just-a-friend, she disappears to the bathroom. Instinctively I think she's skiing, but turns out, it's not "just like smoking when you drink." The real reason she kept disappearing is because she's twenty.
The night continues, so does their consumption, one thing leads to another, and they're home bound in an Uber. At this point he's still trying to convince me she was couch-bound - but now he's thinking maybe it's okay to make out with her?
Well, we all know making out leads to babies. Clothes started coming off almost immediately after they crossed the threshold of his apartment, and right as he was about to find himself on the road to the Cabbage Patch with Just-A-Friend, he hit a wall - hers. He says to me (and I quote), "I kept thinking to myself: I don't remember it being this hard to enter…"
My first thought is, "Moron! You need to take the tampon out first!" But then it dawns on me, he just fucked the Twenty Year-Old Virgin.
I remembered my first time - laying there on that dorm room bed with my boyfriend from high school. I remember it for two reasons:
1) Getting fucked for the first time is not dissimilar from a volcano erupting. It's explosive (physically and emotionally), sometimes there's lava, and if the boy's not clean, it can leave you burning and shooting fire out of your pee hole.
2) Still, I definitely imagined what dinner parties with our friends would be like - how all our kids would run around and play together - the kind of wife I would make (whether or not I would take his last name), where we would live, and how many kids we would have - all while having sex.
Moral of the story is three-fold:
- Don't ask out Just-A-Friend's
- Don't casually fuck virgins if you don't want to get married. (Do your research).
- Don't tell me your stories. I will use them as entertainment.