Like most people I have a love-hate relationship with alcohol. Usually when I’m drinking I love it, while the hate is usually reserved for the next morning.
It also sometimes means I don’t always remember what was so fun about the night before.
This weekend I decided to have a ‘me’ day, just drinking and playing video games. Stephanie, not having any plans, decided to hang out too. I didn’t have a problem with that, the whole ‘friends’ thing has been working out pretty well so far. As long as she didn’t care that I planned on getting blasted.
This morning I woke up on the couch when Stephanie came out to walk the dogs at some ungodly hour. I took that to mean that she hadn’t slept. She dropped off my dog and took off. I went back to sleep.
When I got up at a more reasonable hour I realized that there were very large gaps in my memory of the night before. I remembered telling her to stay over, we were both wasted, she could have the bed and I’d take the couch, but not much more than that. I had a vague impression that there were some awkward moments but there were too many missing pieces to put it all together. I knew it wasn’t anything too bad, probably, maybe, but figured there might be an unpleasant conversation sometime in the near future.
Today, a group of us got together for lunch. Stephanie was acting a little odd but there were people around so I couldn’t very well ask what was going on.
We hung out for a while then ended up walking back to our cars together. I started off by telling her that there were big parts of the evening that I didn’t remember. I said it as kind of a joke, hoping to ease some of the stress. She said that explained a lot.
She told me that we both drank too much and got frisky. She said it was confusing and left it at that.
Cue suspicious gaze.
Now, I don’t actually remember any of that but I have a hard time believing what she said. Steph is the kind of girl that’s really agreeable, will go along with pretty much anything, she’s kind of like a lost puppy that will follow a person around… in other words, she’s really easy to take advantage of. That’s why I’ve been so careful around her, I don’t want to give her false hope about a relationship or get too connected. Friends is fine but nothing more than that. But if I’d gotten frisky she would have gone along with it fine.
Secondly, just because I was drinking and there was a woman around wouldn’t mean I was into messing around. I was drunk, happy and playing video games. Sex wasn’t on the brain or anything close to it. (And I was too drunk for messing around anyway.)
Thirdly, not to toot my own horn but if I was an equal participant one or more of my body parts would have been sticky this morning. Probably my beard as going down on women is something that I love to do and have a history of doing so even while intoxicated. Hmmm… half memories of sexy women with their legs spread. That’s probably the biggest downside to alcohol, not remembering all the fun. At a minimum my fingers or beard would have smelled like pussy this morning. They didn’t.
Soooo… what to think about all this? I have a theory. I think Steph got frisky last night and I rejected her. From what little I remember, and from what I know about the two of us, that seems like a far more likely scenario. I might have been a little more sloppy-friendly than usual, which she’d interpret as a come-on, she’d make a move and get shot down, thus her story of us “both” getting frisky and it being confusing.
But I don’t remember any of that and I’m not going to bring it up with her again, so a theory is all that it is. Well, that and I don’t particularly care, it’s just an amusing story for the day.
I could go for some sex though, that’d be nice. I know Steph would be willing but that’d come with the whole lost-puppy attachments on her side. I wouldn’t do that to her. Okay, well I probably wouldn’t do that to her depending on the amount of alcohol involved.
No more binge drinking with friends that are exes. Got it.