This is truly gold, Linux we can't thank you enough for that.
I have to stress the "never take a girl home who is drunk" point.
One evening after work drinks I came across 2 girls in the city centre, one was very drunk and wilding in the middle of the road so I pulled her over to the pavement as drivers were getting angry.
She started hugging me so I kissed her and I didn't encounter resistance or objections (however her friend was like 'what are you doing you don't know him').
After that she told me to get in a taxi with her because she wanted to fuck me tonight.
Even though she was only a 5-6, I was a bit tipsy myself so thought that it would be a good opportunity to get my dick wet.
After multiple attempt from her friend to dissuade her, me and the drunk girl jumped in the metro but she started to talk nonsense, and she got sick so at that point I decided to get out of the train.
Moral of the story:
If you didn't work (hard) for the punany it's probably a scam. She wasted my time and i'm sure the if she got home with me she would not have remembered anything the next day and probably would have said that she did not consent, plus with her friend could (would!) have backed her.
Since I dodged that bullet now my rule is no drunk girls.
I have to stress the "never take a girl home who is drunk" point.
One evening after work drinks I came across 2 girls in the city centre, one was very drunk and wilding in the middle of the road so I pulled her over to the pavement as drivers were getting angry.
She started hugging me so I kissed her and I didn't encounter resistance or objections (however her friend was like 'what are you doing you don't know him').
After that she told me to get in a taxi with her because she wanted to fuck me tonight.
Even though she was only a 5-6, I was a bit tipsy myself so thought that it would be a good opportunity to get my dick wet.
After multiple attempt from her friend to dissuade her, me and the drunk girl jumped in the metro but she started to talk nonsense, and she got sick so at that point I decided to get out of the train.
Moral of the story:
If you didn't work (hard) for the punany it's probably a scam. She wasted my time and i'm sure the if she got home with me she would not have remembered anything the next day and probably would have said that she did not consent, plus with her friend could (would!) have backed her.
Since I dodged that bullet now my rule is no drunk girls.