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"We asked two people (names withheld to protect the innocent!) to share a highly detailed, no-embarrassing-moments-withheld report back after a recent rendezvous. Here are both sides of the story... She Said: This is what happens when you go back to your college for a visit, and you drink $1 tequila shots all night&amp;amp;#133; Let me rewind by saying that this guy and I have been good friends for a few years, and yes, have on occasion gotten irresponsibly intoxicated and silly. Our drink of choice usually is tequila. The drink has a funny way of ending up in some pretty ridiculous sessions. I mean, come on, the predecessor to the damn shot involves licking and biting things. We were all back at our old college haunt for the weekend&amp;amp;#8212;music was involved, we were drinking everything under the sun, and dancing. Of course, it&amp;#x27;s so loud in the bar that we had to get really close to each other&amp;amp;#8217;s faces to talk. My friends and I have this whole seven-inch rule: If you&amp;#x27;re within seven inches of some guy&amp;amp;#8217;s face, you&amp;#x27;re inevitably going to make out. Well, the dancing led to some macking, and then &amp;quot;Wanna get outta here?&amp;quot; &amp;amp;#8220;Oh, let me walk you.&amp;amp;#8221; Next thing I know, we&amp;amp;#8217;re making out against someone else&amp;#x27;s apartment door. This is where it gets hilarious&amp;amp;#133;a gaggle of people dressed as Studio 54 dancers busted in and asked if we had coke. &amp;amp;#8220;Um, no.&amp;amp;#8221; I was staying with my friend that weekend, so we were going to crash on her futon. We walk in, and he says, &amp;quot;This place looks familiar.&amp;quot; (A different friend of mine lived there when we were still in school, and we had totally hooked up in this same apartment before.) We had a good laugh about that. Anyway, we get down to the drunken business at hand, or at least tried to. First off, do you have any idea how hard it is to get busy in a leather pencil skirt? Things were going sloppily well enough, until, um, something wasn&amp;amp;#8217;t exactly working&amp;amp;#133;if you get my drift. AGAIN! This whole failure-to-launch thing has happened to us before because we somehow only hook up on drinking holidays. Whoops! We laughed about how our pals were going to be more bummed than we were, and we spent the rest of the very early morning cracking up about the turn of events and making out. As a Cubs fan, I have become accustomed to the phrase &amp;amp;#8220;There&amp;#x27;s always next year.&amp;amp;#8221; I think it applies here too. He Said: We&amp;amp;#8217;ve been out of college for over a year now, but a lot of college friends were going back for a weekend, and we both were going to be there too. On Saturday, I started drinking early (Up at 7:30 a.m. and playing drinking games by 11 a.m.) and that night we went to a piano bar. I had talked to her up until this point, but not much. Finally, I realized she was there&amp;amp;#8212;I think it was that time of the night when my booze brain thinks &amp;amp;#8220;Boooobs&amp;amp;#8221;&amp;amp;#8212;and I started dancing with her. I think my penis was hoping, &amp;amp;#8220;It happened before, it can happen again.&amp;amp;#8221; It&amp;amp;#8217;s weird how when you&amp;amp;#8217;re drunk, hot, and sort-of sweaty from dancing that&amp;amp;#8217;s when you&amp;amp;#8217;re like, &amp;amp;#8220;Yeah, I got this.&amp;amp;#8221; I just looked at her and started making out with her right there in the middle of all of our friends. We ended up going off on our own back to where she was staying for the weekend. It&amp;amp;#8217;s not a far walk, and soon we were there outside the apartment door. We couldn&amp;amp;#8217;t get in because it was locked, so I pinned her up against the wall and kissed her some more. Drunken kids came barreling down the hallway, so I tried to stop but was clearly caught. I just looked at them and said, &amp;amp;#8220;Hey.&amp;amp;#8221; What can you do, you know? The person arrived to unlock the door and let us in. We talked to her for a while, but I was thinking, &amp;amp;#8220;God, go to bed already.&amp;amp;#8221; Eventually, we got back to it on a pullout futon. I took my pants off, and it was absolutely the most ungraceful thing I can remember. I&amp;amp;#8217;m pretty sure I even left half of them hanging on one ankle. That&amp;amp;#8217;s the first sign where I&amp;amp;#8217;m like, &amp;amp;#8220;I should have just gone home.&amp;amp;#8221; She took her clothes off, and I went down on her to buy myself some time and hoped maybe that would kick-start things for me. Plus, that should just be the usual thing. I&amp;amp;#8217;m not selfish, and I probably couldn&amp;amp;#8217;t go as long as her, so why not get her halfway there? I remember making excuses like, &amp;amp;#8220;It&amp;amp;#8217;s the people right outside the door!&amp;amp;#8221; (There were.) &amp;amp;#8220;She&amp;amp;#8217;s sleeping right in that room!&amp;amp;#8221; (She was.) But finally, I just had to laugh it off. I think it&amp;amp;#8217;s good to laugh and joke sometimes when fooling around&amp;amp;#8212;sex is something that makes a lot of people insecure&amp;amp;#8212;and when your penis ISN&amp;amp;#8217;T working&amp;amp;#133; what else can you do but laugh? So we sat and talked for a bit, and she joked that next time she was going to cut me off at the bar and make me drink water. (Yeah, right.) We put our clothes back on and slowly drifted off to sleep. I woke up at 7:30 a.m. and walked back to the apartment I was staying at. When I woke up later that day, I realized I had put my polo back on inside out. She&amp;amp;#8217;s still my friend, and I&amp;amp;#8217;ll still talk to her. More than likely, it will happen again. The problem is we only hook up when we&amp;amp;#8217;re really drunk, and history is doomed to repeat itself. Have an embarrassing hookup story? Share! "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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