Last night I went to a happy hour birthday celebration for a co-worker at Sherlocks, which by the way is a totally different place before night fall, totally. The chicks are actually HOTTER but they're ALL in mixed sets, which would be their co-workers I imagine.
Anyway, I get there and join the group. I had no intentions to sarge that night, and for the most part, didn't.
The waitress was cute though so I did throw down some game on her throughout the evening. Which was kind of difficult because I had already successfully bedded three of the chicks in our group...I'm such a whore. The three of them saw right through my game, I suppose they recognized the way I was talking to the waitress and sort of understood what was going on. Which brings up a million questions that I'd love to ask them, but whatever. The waitress eventually shot me down when I went for the number close...she said something like she has a feeling a lot of women aren't too happy with me or something like that. Probably one of the funnier blow outs I've ever had.
But, that's not the point of this FR.
The group is drinking and laughing and whatever. The group starts thinning out around 8/9pm. Which is when shit starting getting interesting. There are only 4 of us left by 10pm. I routinely get up from the table to walk the room and eventually do open a couple of sets but nothing really special, just average girls.
The other 3 decide to bounce to a local pool hall and invite me to come with...what the hell right? Nothing doing at Sherlocks and it's freaking midnight so what the hell else am I going to do right?
Turns out one of the 4 was really into me, BIG time and she let me know it at the pool hall. The problem? She was married. But, I couldn't stop myself from playing along...escalating the interaction, building the sexual tension even though she was married.
So, I decided it was time to leave...just because you can doesn't mean you should. Right? Right!
Unfortunately, she followed. She walks out with me to my car. I'm totally ignoring her...totally. She just keeps walking and talking. Right when we get to the car she pulls this ninja-esque move on me and somehow manages to slip between me and the car she's facing me with her back to the car.
Then the bitch opens the car door and sits the drivers seat.
Me: "What the hell are you doing?"
Her: "Do you want me to move?"
Me: "Yeah, I do..."
Her: She proceeds to climb over the center console to the passenger seat.
Me: "That's not what I meant..."
Her: "Just drive me back to my car..."
Me: "Fuck you. Get out!"
Her: "Just drive me back to my car..."
So, I drive her over to her car...which is literally 40 feet away...lazy bitch.
Me: "Get out..."
Her: "Do you want me to get out?"
Me: "Yep"
Her: "Why?"
Me: "Because I want you to get out of my car so I can go home."
Her: "Where do you live?"
Me: "The M Streets...get out."
Her: "That's too far..."
Me: "What the fuck? Too far? Get out!"
Her: "Drive around to the back of the building."
Me: "Why? Are you going to murder me? Seriously. Get. Out."
Her: "I want to suck your dick..."
She's married guys. I knew this. I should have stopped the interaction well before this point. I'd love to say that I didn't drive around to the back of the building and that nothing happened...but I can't. I'd love to say that I did this because I was drunk or because I hadn't gotten laid in a while...but I can't.
Jesus!!!
I didn't get into this shit to nail married chicks! Just because you can doesn't mean you should...why oh why can't I follow that motto all the time?
I just feel disappointed in myself...I thought I was stronger than that you know?