Oh boy, well I wouldn’t call this a date but it certainly was bad. This happened way back over 11 years ago now. I was 23 and broken up from my long time relationship for almost a year and literally just not willing to open myself to any girl at that time. However I was interested in a couple of girls at NIIT, where I was studying at the time. I still wasn’t remotely going to do much about it at all. Well, until this happened.
There was this totally rich girl who I was into. She wasn’t really beautiful but still quite attractive and boy was I horny. And she was…..how do I put this in a politically correct manner…..well, well endowed up front. And I was all interested. We really hit if off on day 1 and became friends. She, let’s just call her N & I would flirt in front of everyone and weren’t bothered if anyone raised an eyebrow or two. I don’t know why in her case but for me, well something else was raised and I wasn’t too bothered about other things when that was the situation. Everything was all talk and neither of us seemed ready to move it beyond that stage until one summer evening when she called me totally out of the blue. My course at NIIT had been completed and I rarely saw N by then but I was happy to hear that she was calling me to go to a party at her cousin’s house!
Well now, I was interested as to why she was inviting me; was this a date? I didn’t ask but I said ok. Two days later I met her at the house of her cousin or should I say the mansion of her cousin. It was a huge 3 floor bungalow and guess what? No parents or anyone above the age of 26. It was music, people drinking & dancing in the house & in the garden. Couple were also making out in discreet corners and I also knew that there were some condoms being handed at one point.
Well, I didn’t know most of the people at the party and soon fell uncomfortable. While my ‘date’ mingled and met people I graciously accepted a beer and sat near the tv. There was also rum+coke and I soon migrated to that, a bit bored. However things picked up a little later. N had also started to drink and not being too used to drinking, she got rather smashed although I couldn’t quite make out as I was a bit tipsy myself. Pretty soon, before I knew what was happening, we were both in her cousin’s bedroom and well practicing our French. I was feeling a bit dizzy as all the blood in my head was heading south and then….she started giggling uncontrollably and then took off her top revealing no bra.
By now, I had lost all speech. However things took a turn for the worse. She started getting the hiccups, then laughing fits and finally, she headed to the loo and threw up. I tried to help her but started feeling nauseated myself. I wandered around, found N’s cousin, the birthday girl, and told her what N was doing to her bathrooom.
Anyways, to cut a long story short, I ended up sleeping in a guest bedroom for the night (I had told my folks that I was in a male friends house) and left the next morning as soon as I woke up. N was embarrassed and didn’t want to see me. We hardly spoke at all after that. About 15 months later I heard that she got married to a Naval officer. Well, I hope she hasn’t been sea sick with him! LOL