Vodka on the Rocks
A few years ago my buddies and I were out at a bar looking for some girls to meet. The three of us met three attractive women who were visiting from San Francisco. We drank, danced and all ended up going back to their hotel room, which was just a few blocks away. Two of my friends started hooking up with two of the girls so the other gal and I decided to give them a little privacy. I was interested in the girl I was paired up with, but wasn’t ready to just start making out with four other people in the bedroom. We grabbed two Ketel One bottles from the mini bar and headed out. After a nice (albeit drunk) kiss in the hallway we decided to go have a smoke outside where I figured we could get to know each other a little better.
I’m not sure if I was the booze or being distracted from the kiss, but I lost my footing and tumbled down the non-carpeted wood staircase. Being a tall dude it was pretty brutal and loud enough that our friends came out of the room to see what had happened. I tried to shrug it off (even though I was starting to bleed from my forehead), but my date seemed really concerned and tried to take me to the ER. I said I was fine, but she didn’t kiss me again. When I tried to get a little nookie later she told me that watching me fall “wasn’t a turn on.” I found out later that my friends got laid while I was just left with cuts and bruises to my body and ego.
