Being On The Other Side of Shady Game

I was drunk one night, and I ran into a girl I know… a friend of mine, she brought me over to introduce me to a couple of girls she was out with.  No big deal – one of them is dating a friend of mine, the other is a little chubby – cool as a person, but not anybody I’m attracted to.  I hang out with them a bit, joke around, think nothing of it.

Like a week later, I get a job offer, from a recommendation off of the chubby girl who I’d barely just met that one night and didn’t even really remember her name.

A couple of weeks later, I’m hanging out with a group of people and we hit a bar to watch a football game, my friend and her chubby friend come along too.  I’m talking to the chubby friend and being nice – because, hell, she just hooked me up!

She buys me a beer.. then another one… then another one.  I don’t pay for a single beer all night.  She buys all of my rounds, and we stay at the bar well past when the game ends.  I wind up getting fairly drunk.

Everybody else in the group winds up leaving, one-by-one, until it’s just one of my boys, me, and the chubby chick.

We head to next door to grab a bite to eat, and we’re trying to figure out which bar to go to next.  My boy has his bag with him, so he leaves to go drop it off at school, saying he’ll meet us at the next bar.  The chick gives him her number, so he can call and meet up with us.

As soon as he leaves, she says, “I’m not going to another bar, I’m not waiting for him, I’m going to go home.”

We walk outside and she hails a cab to go home.  When the cab comes, she says to me, “You’re drunk, why don’t you just come over and you can crash on my couch?  It’ll save you on cabfare and I’m always down to help a student out.”

This sounds like a good enough idea, so I roll with her.

We get back to her place and I start to watch TV, only to crash on the couch.

I’m barely asleep for long at all, when she wakes me back up, “Don’t sleep here, that just looks desperate, come, you can sleep in my bed, I have a big bed.”

I’m a little confused, because I know she invited me over to “crash on the couch”, and now she’s not letting me “crash on the couch”, but in my drunken state, I don’t argue, I just go to her room and lay in the bed.

She offers to give me some clothes to sleep in, but I decline and chose to just sleep in my jeans.

I feel like I could fuck her if I want to, but I don’t wan’t to, so I just lay down and go to sleep.

I wake up in the middle of night, and she’s right up on me…. so much room on the other side of bed.

I’m a bit uncomfortable, so I check the time – it’s like 6am – the buses are running again, so I grab the rest of my shit and say goodbye and head out.

When I get home, my roommate asks me where I’ve been all night.

“Umm…. I spent the night at [her name's] house.”

“No shit?  You tapped that?”

“Naw.”

“You didn’t?!?!   Everybody that spends the night at [her name's] house taps that.”

“I didn’t want to.”

“She was all up on you, wasn’t she?”

“Wait….. is that that the same chick you hooked up with that one time?”

“She fucking hooked up with me bro, I was drunk as shit that night.”

He proceeds to tell me that not only has she done this with him, but with at least 3 other guys we go to school with – she just gets dudes as drunk as possible and takes them home and has sex with them….

I feel that’s a bit awkward… it’s just so shady and so desperate for a chick especially.  She buys guys drinks all night just to get him drunk enough to actually fuck her.  Crazy shit.

I don’t regret not fucking her though…. I mean, I’m not attracted to her.  I would’ve never been able to get a boner, so even attempting to “tap that” would’ve just been an awful experience…

I am a bit amused that she got me drunk and deceived me in order to get me into her bed…  Crazy shit.