Alcohol's a Hell of a Drug

Story Submitted by Dahlia:

Chris and I met at a concert at an underground club.  We had both drank a bit, danced together, and made out for a while.  I gave him my number and he promised to call.

He did.  We met up at a bar, and you know what else?  He had already had a few drinks before the date even started.  When we hugged, he pressed his lips into my ear and said, "You look so hot, I could skull-fuck you right here."

I pushed him away and said, "You're not skull-fucking anything tonight.  Let's get some food into you, boy."

He pulled out his phone, dialed a number, and sat down at the bar.  "Hey, it's me," he said, glancing at me.  "Can I come by tonight?"  Then, "Great.  I'll be there in a couple of hours.  Just out with friends right now," and he winked at me, then hung up.

"Got plans for later?" I asked, trying to put a polite spin on his rude gesture.

He said, "Looks like I'm getting some skull-fucking in tonight, after all!"

I smiled and replied, "Won't that be nice?  Enjoy yourself!" and I left him, there and then.

An hour later, I received a text from him: "Where r u?"

I replied, "Home."

He responded, "Oh.  Thought u were in the bathroom!  lol."

I saw him again at some different concerts, but he didn't even remember me.