I was dating the guy, and I invited him over to my place. I purposely got very drunk so I could lower my inhibitions but didn't really know my limits with alcohol. I started blacking out during the sex. (I just remember little flashes.) Woke up afterwards cause the alcohol wanted to make an exit. Passed out again after the ...evacuation. Next thing I know, it's morning and he's gone.
In the end I'm fine with how it went down, because I was
really uptight in those days.
Oh, and yeah, I saw your post. Maybe New Orleans just brings that out in people? Anyways, I'm sorry you didn't get the choice of picking your own guy. That must have been terrible.
