crimsonbeauty

Thursday night I partied at the ROTC house. Completely fucking trashed. I definitely broke my vow of not hooking up with anyone from the ROTC. I should've known better.

We started the night off with bowling, as usual. It's cheap, competetive (army boys love that haha), and goofy at the same time. So this guy, he has a nickname already, so I'll just use that. If you ever saw the show Doug on Nickelodeon, his best friend Skeeter? Well this guy kind of reminds you of Skeeter, so his nickname is Skeet. Ugh, this sounds so bad already. He is cute though. Anyway, the second he walked into bowling, he saw me and his eyes got huge. Consider this, every single guy in the ROTC for the most part, when they're in uniform and us ladies are uniform, we might as well be dudes. We're all sweaty and disgusting, just like them. But when they see us out of uniform, they're stunned. So for a lot of the guys, this is the first time they saw me as an actual girl.

So the whole time we're bowling, Skeet is flirting with me like crazy. I'm flirting back becuase its fun, not because I think naything is going to happen. So after bowling we got to the ROTC house to get hammered. Wood bought me and my two girl friends a handle of Parrot Bay Coconut Rum. By the end of the night, that thing was empty, along with another bottle of rum, vodka, and a case of beer. I've only been drunk once since school started, so I decide that I'm going to get absolutely trashed. I honestly cannot say how much I had to drink, but I was told that I took the drink out of whoever's hands were closest toward the end, because I couldn't pour my own drinks.

One of the guys wasn't drinking because he had to write a paper first. I'm already 3 sheets to the wind and I go into his room and proclaim that I'm going to write his paper. So I read the 4 poems, by Blake, then I write a few paragraphs, and viola, he's drinking! I'm pretty sure he may have edited the paper, but he did use a lot of what I wrote. I'm proud of that.

So during all of this Skeet keeps coming upstairs to see what I'm doing and keeps telling me I should come back downstairs to do some beer bongs with him. I get so drunk that I can't walk on my own. So I start using Skeet to hold me up, which leads to hugging, which then apparrently led to kissing. However, I cannot remmeber acutally phsyically kissing him. I have no idea if he's a good kisser or not. There are pictures of me kissing him, and thats the only reason I know it actually happened. Well that and I have an enormous hickie. That bastard.

So apparently we made out on the futon, with me straddling his lap, for about an hour, in front of the rest of the ROTC. Wow, embarrassed. So I tell him that I'm tired and he says that we can sleep in the one guy's bed b/c he's in pitsburgh for the night. I guess I said, Okay, let's go! But he had to practically carry me up the stairs. Then I said I had to pee, and I made him stay in the bathroom with me while I peed. But he was a gentleman and looked the other way. Then he peed and then we went to bed. We got in bed, made out for 2 minutes and then I passed out while we were kissing. I feel kind of bad about that, but I was too hammered to do anything else. He went back downstairs because he didn't want anyone to think he was taking advantage of a drunk girl, which was very nice of him.

I woke up the next morning, in a bed, alone, with all of my clothes on, and no pillows. What the hell? I know that bed had pillows earlier in the night. Turns out Wood came up and stole the pillows out from underneath my head while I was passed out. Bastard. So once I remembered where I was I started to try to figure out what the hell happened, and how I had gotten there. I went to the bathroom, then looked in the mirror and saw a gigantic hickie on my neck. How the hell did that get there? Did I have sex last night? Why can't I remember anything after my last beer bong? I go downstairs get on the futon with Wood, Tiff, and Carolyn and we all try to piece my night back together. Wood shows me the pictures and things start to come back, bit by bit.

I got a lot of it the next day from Skeet, fortunately, things aren't going to be awkward, I don't think. He's been texting me a lot, so I'm concerned he thinks that more is going to come of this. Although the next time we drink together, I can't say I'd rule out hooking up with him again. Oh and the kicker to this whole thing. I just found out friday morning, that one of the other new girls in the ROTC, we call her Navy cuz she enlisted with them, has been sleeping with Skeet on a regular basis. I kind of feel bad because I like her and I wanted to be friends with her. I had just thought that they were good friends. Woops, guess it was a little more than that. I feel bad, but not that bad because they're not official or anything like that.

But anyway, tonight I am going to go to a street fighting contest/concert/party and I am sooo excited. Miller, my company's executive officer is taking us, and we're crashing at her boyfriend's house, who apparrently has two cute and single roommates. It's going to be a long, drunk, and interesting night.

Hope y'all are having a good a weekend as I am.
Love y'all.