Camels in the Mist

So i went out this evening with friends to the Mountain Shadow, a pub on the west side of burnaby mountain, easy access from SFU. My table went through 4 pitchers for 5 people, so that means i have around 80% of a pitcher in me right now. Not a lot, but no small amount either, maybe just enough to get a mild buzz. For some reason, we ended up making oragami paper cranes out of keno cards. Good Times =)

I had to wait a while at the bus stop for the midnight bus to come, which was already occupied by the time I arrived. Two hot chicks who were making out (with each other), and a third person (male) who was complaining bitterly that they weren’t making out with him. A conversation ensued in which the pair pointed out all his bad points and lack of ability… ? Apparantly there had been some action before i arrived. To compound matters, they said that this new guy (me) was probably a better make out than he was. (them:”What’s your name?” me[lying]:”My name is John” them:”he’s lying”). Suddenly, I’m hot, really good looking. Suddenly, I probably make out really well. (them:”You want to make out with us?” me[lying]:”Sorry, I’m taken”). Suddenly, my “girlfriend” is really lucky. Suddenly, I’m probably really, really *REALLY* good in bed. Suddenly, my “girlfriend” is probably *really* satisfied. All this while, the other guy is becoming increasinly vocal about how well they’re willing to make out with me (who’ve they’ve talked to for 90 seconds) instead of him (who they met at the pub and have probably talked to for 90 minutes). I got a really strong impression they wanted to take me home and eat me. Or… other things.

What can I say? They were pretty hot. Am I stupid for not wanting to take these girls up on it? Am i a prude? It’s been something like 3 years since the last time i made out with anyone, but at least at that point, i knew the girl i was making out with… I don’t want unpleasant revelations later on, perhaps finding out that a kiss came with more than just tongue. Maybe i’m just paranoid about catching something. <angst>Maybe i’m going to die without ever getting laid!</angst> Maybe if getting laid was all what i was looking for in a girl, that would have happened already. Humm Ho.

So, what’s the difference between a 23 year old virgin and a prude?

(Please no comments commending me on my staunch adherence to morals. I get too much of that from myself already as it is, if i ever got it from anyone else, i’d probably vomit)

Currently Listening to:
[ In Between Dreams ] Jack Johnson - Never Know
"Never knowing, shocking but we're nothing
We're just moments, we're Clever but we're clueless
We're just human, amusing but confusing
We're trying but where is this all leading
Never Know"

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