I was a junior, and this senior asked me out to the prom, so I said why not. She ditched me at prom, quite funny. I enjoyed hanging around my other friends. Me this one girl who's date was some sort of freak boyfriend of hers. This is exactly what he says to me "Dude, I cant wait to go to her cottage and get her drunk." I walk away slowly. Later the girl invites us to her cottage, and my date which has rejoined me decides to come with, and a few other friends. Her cottage is right by the ski hill, so i know the road there perfectly. Her boyfriend were doing at least a 170 in an 80 zone, to "get rid of us," I was going around 130, the usual speed there(even when its a snowstorm). My date is nagging the shit out of me "what if a deer comes out of the woods" and all sorts of shit, freaking out because i was going "so fast", what a bitch eh? We get there, and to my amazement all we have are smirnoff ice and vodka. After me and a few other guys (who followed me to get to the cottage) finished off the vodka, we decided to start chugging large amounts of smirnoff ice, that is the manliest way to drink it and I still felt like a woman.
ANYWAY, I'm sitting near the fire avoiding my date(what a bitch), when the hostess sans boyfriend approaches me drunk as shit. She gets on my lap, and starts making out with me, licking my ears, rubbing the inside of my thigh. It was really hot, but unfortunately I had something called Morals, even though I was drunk and told her to wait until morning and we could continue then. All night long this girl is trying to get into my pants, people are threatening to break beer bottles over my head because i pissed so many people off(the boyfriend and his friends, my date and her friends, people thinkn that i took advantage of her, and finally "where the fuck is my smirnoff ice and vodka"). At this point I think I have 5 out of 20 people who dont want to hurt me.
The girl finally leaves me for a second, so I think, "relief", then I realize she wants to go swimming in this putrid pond, she's really wasted so we try to keep from going in, I grab her by the shirt, which comes off. This pisses even more people off, because now we have a scene that looks like this: There is a girl that has no shirt, crawling in the opposite direction of a person who has her shirt, yelling "no, no, let me go!!!"
After everything is cleared up, thanks to a good friend of mine who witnessed the entire event, I got and sit down alone by the fire. I was starting to sober up a little, and can feel hangover creepin in. The sun just came up, and I hadnt had any rest that entire night. Thats when the now "ex" boyfriend of her approaches me sits down next to me. Now i'm a bit of an athlete, and at that time I was 6'1 200 lbs, this guy is like 5'5 170. I know I can take him, and I think he knows. I give the formal apology, he accepts, and blames the entire thing on her (which is more or less accurate, but i bet not from his perspective). My date sits on my other side, looking very pissed off, except this is the 1st time she isnt saying anything. Everybody else is passed out, even the hostess. I smile to myself, what a night. I didnt give a shit about the most awkward campfire ever.
The hostess woke up, sobered up around 7 am or so, wnd we're just making out in the middle of 10 people passed out in this specific room, all the other rooms were "occupied." We were gonna go further in the bathroom, but there was somebody passed out there too. We were going to go to a car, but then realised that my keys were takin from me so i wouldnt drive. Mother fucker. My hung-over at this point was at full capacity, I go and puke so hard I pop a vessel in my eye, basically just dryheaving with some remnants of the night before. We exchange phone numbers, and dated a few times before I never called her again. I also, have never talked to my date again, I still talk to some of my buds from there, and I have a sneaking suspicion that my bike that was stolen like a month after all of this was her ex's doing, but apparently it wasnt.
