I Don't Even Remember There BEING a Party...

Submitted by Erica:

Tom took me out to his friend's party for a first date activity.  The first thing he did there was make a beeline for the alcohol, leaving me to my own devices, which was fine.  I'm able to make friends quickly in a new social setting, and soon, when I lost track of where Tom disappeared to, I was talking to a small group of people.

An hour and a half later, Tom stumbled over to me and grabbed my shoulder.  "I was looking everywhere for you," he said.

I excused myself and followed him to a quieter corner.  He asked me, "Do you want to fuck that guy you were talking to?  Because it's okay..."

I was about to tell him that I wasn't interested in any of the guys I was talking to (least of all him) when he finished, "...if you're a slut."

I told him that I was probably going to head home on my own, and I thanked him for a nice evening.  He said, "Okay... wait!"  He grabbed my arm.  "Where are you... you're going home?"

"Yes.  I think I'm all set here."

He slurred, "But we're on a date!  I wanted to take you to show you to meet my friends."

I lightly pushed him away and said, "I'm just going to go to the bathroom, but I'll be right back.  Wait right here."

He did.  I was able to grab my coat and walk right out.  Funniest part is, I gave a guy there my number when I was talking to him, and he and I ended up on a date a couple of weeks later.  Not a bad one, though.