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"Have you ever noticed the weird thing that happens when alcohol and sexy time are mixed? You guessed it: the exact opposite of what you&amp;amp;#8217;re intending to happen&amp;amp;#133; happens. This past weekend, J and I were talking about, how, every time we go on a date and have a couple drinks (with the intention of being all romantic and having sexy times) it usually backfires. Our hot plans of getting home with a little buzz and ripping each other&amp;amp;#8217;s clothes off are ruined by either 1) getting too tipsy and wanting to stay out for more drinks with friends (which is also fun, but not sexy-time-inducing), or 2) come home and either get too sleepy to actually do anything or start getting it on&amp;amp;#133; and it turns into that kind of sex that takes a really long time and gets kind of weird. You know what I&amp;amp;#8217;m talking about? Where you&amp;amp;#8217;re in too deep to just stop but you&amp;amp;#8217;re both exhausted and drunk and just trying to go through the motions? Please tell me it&amp;amp;#8217;s not just us. It&amp;amp;#8217;s sort of funny, because one would assume having some drinks would make a couple uninhibited and free. But, no, because more than the recommended number of drinks are usually involved. And by usually I mean always. Ugh. Exhibit A: margaritas on Friday night. It started off as a great date night in the making. I was feeling kind of H-O-T in a new top I had just purchased and hadn&amp;amp;#8217;t seen much of J because of our crazy work schedules the past few weeks. We met at this awesome Mexican joint in town and sat outside in the warm, June air. One margarita down, we were having a blast and enjoying our dinner (and catching up, even though we live together). Next thing you know, we&amp;amp;#8217;re on our third margarita and the waitress offers us each a shot of tequila on the house. And you know we just didn&amp;#x27;t want to couldn&amp;amp;#8217;t decline. We had gone too far. J was ready to go to another bar and stay out and I was ready to crash at home. We decided to comprise: we got a bottle of wine and took the lovefest to our couch (lights off, candles lit). One sip of cabernet later, I literally fell asleep sitting up and J had to carry me to bed. Story of my life. It&amp;amp;#8217;s just hard during the summer, you know? You want to have a couple of cocktails and be intimate with your man&amp;amp;#133; but how conducive are the two really? Ah, well, I guess J and I have July and August to figure it out! How about you? Have you had any funny date nights like we did on Friday where you tried to set the mood and you wound up drinking too much and passing out? Or any long, weird, post-drinking sex sessions? Spill! More on drinking and dating... * What&amp;#x27;s Your First-Date Drink? I Love This One... * How Drinking Affects My Relationships * Judge Your Date By The Drink He Orders! My Bartender Friends Tell You How Photo: Thinkstock"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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