Round Two, Ft. Worth, Texas. The night after sex with Johnny Romance, I was out again with my usual crew. Yes, BLarge was there. The group went to dinner then to ward another concert. During dinner BLarge came up behind me, grabbed me by the shoulders and apologized for his inappropriate advances while I was on a date. I was glad he made light of an extremely awkward situation. I told him I forgave so we progressed on a lucid track.
With the night in motion, I was flirting and talking to everyone within a mile radius. Well actually, the radius was much greater if the texts rocketing out of my phone count as well. Texts were coming in from Johnny Romance, asking what his chances were of us hanging again. I played hard to get, making him want it more.
As I drank and drank, my actions became more questionable. I sent nudy texts to people who certainly did not deserve them. I was singing and dancing in a floor length dress with my shoes off. By the end of the night, it happened that I was wearing BLarge's tennis shoes with my dress, taking last minute shots at the bar.
I will spare you the rest by saying I ended up wearing nothing at all in BLarge's bed. Shit.
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