I went out with a friend of mine last night; she was the designated sober driver (we take turns) and apparently my conscious. I got pretty drunk. First time in several months that I've drank more than two or three. As we mingled through the club I found some pretty little ladies and was chatting them up. Some girl I had never seen before grabbed my hand and drug me onto the dance floor. Grinding and making out ensued! I fully intended on going home with this chic when my friend grabbed me and asked what the hell I was doing. She knew exactly what I was doing... At first, I thought "Hell yeah! She's finally gonna sleep with me!" And I said it out loud, apparently.* She told me "no". We argued for a bit, something about how I'd regret....yada yada yada; and the chic disappeared. She dropped me off at home, alone, and I spent the next hour trying to find someone who knew the chic I was making out with. Later, I found out I had her name wrong. When that was corrected, I added her as a friend on Facebook (I told you I was drunk). After I woke up this morning I looked for signs of regrets I would soon have and for anything I might need to apologize for. I found I have a new 'friend". Not what I remembered. I'm sure she's a nice girl, but she would have definitely lowered my average. She wasn't ugly or specifically unattractive, but there wasn't anything special going on. After getting an after action report from my friend I found out I blew off several attractive young women when this chic overpowered me using promise of sex. Dammit! I'm just posting this to brag a little and share my story. I think I'm still partially drunk. *She won't sleep with me since I slept with her best friend; now I'm in the "friend's zone".