Okay, so I've finally recovered from that last hangover... 
It's not that I was barfy and miserable this whole time, it's just that I am now fully aware of what I did, what otehers around me did and have started to recover from the ensuing shame...
So on the 5th I got truely blindingly drunk. This was completely unplanned. I dressed nicely... a little trampy but nice. My skirt was short cause my dress shrank the last time I washed it and there was no way I was going to wear leggings or tights cause it was HOT that day... and my underwear were shear... what was I thinking?
The shit bar we went to smelled... like shit which made me drink to deaden my sense of smell. They did however have two poles on a raised platform on the far side of the dance floor; guess who got up and worked the pole? I must point out, I only vaguely remember doing that. Pretty much everything that happens after this point in the evening is news to me, at best I have single frame memories of events as if my brain was taking time lapse photos of the horrors it was witnessing. Apparently, according to my room mate who was with me and less drunk my vagina was on display for the world, or at least bar to see, fantastic! To make things more stupendous a couple guys had their cameras, awsome! Don't get me wrong, I'm no prude! Obviously! My tits come out to say hello in public on a regular basis, but I'm not one to flash my cootch... intentionally anyway. That's the other thing. If I do something on purpose, I'm not about to feel sorry, shamed or embarassed about it but this was completely unintentional... I didn't even know for a week... why did I wear those undies? This whole situation could have been avoided with a simple wardrobe change!
I'm SO unused to feeling embarassed... how do people do it?
It's funny. People I know and consider friends have done a billion times 'worse" like piss themselves, piss on other people, expose themselves in a 7-11, sleep on a boulevard like a hobo. I guess people are their own worse judge. Yes I crossed a line, but who hasn't?
Maybe it's not so much the "woops, pardon my vagina" but the fact that I lost control... completely... couldn't tell my VAGINA was out, which is a big issue with me. Control I mean. Oh, well. Live and learn. From now on, if I wear a skirt/dress out I'll wear leggings or boy shorts underneath.
Smell ya later!
xoxoxo ;P
It's not that I was barfy and miserable this whole time, it's just that I am now fully aware of what I did, what otehers around me did and have started to recover from the ensuing shame...
So on the 5th I got truely blindingly drunk. This was completely unplanned. I dressed nicely... a little trampy but nice. My skirt was short cause my dress shrank the last time I washed it and there was no way I was going to wear leggings or tights cause it was HOT that day... and my underwear were shear... what was I thinking?
The shit bar we went to smelled... like shit which made me drink to deaden my sense of smell. They did however have two poles on a raised platform on the far side of the dance floor; guess who got up and worked the pole? I must point out, I only vaguely remember doing that. Pretty much everything that happens after this point in the evening is news to me, at best I have single frame memories of events as if my brain was taking time lapse photos of the horrors it was witnessing. Apparently, according to my room mate who was with me and less drunk my vagina was on display for the world, or at least bar to see, fantastic! To make things more stupendous a couple guys had their cameras, awsome! Don't get me wrong, I'm no prude! Obviously! My tits come out to say hello in public on a regular basis, but I'm not one to flash my cootch... intentionally anyway. That's the other thing. If I do something on purpose, I'm not about to feel sorry, shamed or embarassed about it but this was completely unintentional... I didn't even know for a week... why did I wear those undies? This whole situation could have been avoided with a simple wardrobe change!
I'm SO unused to feeling embarassed... how do people do it?
It's funny. People I know and consider friends have done a billion times 'worse" like piss themselves, piss on other people, expose themselves in a 7-11, sleep on a boulevard like a hobo. I guess people are their own worse judge. Yes I crossed a line, but who hasn't?
Maybe it's not so much the "woops, pardon my vagina" but the fact that I lost control... completely... couldn't tell my VAGINA was out, which is a big issue with me. Control I mean. Oh, well. Live and learn. From now on, if I wear a skirt/dress out I'll wear leggings or boy shorts underneath.
Smell ya later!
xoxoxo ;P
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Oh yea and if you really really want a scooter or bike I will try to find you one for cheap so you can trade in your buspass in the summer at least. How much you want to spend. If I was single you would so have one by now because I have been known to get extravigant gifts.
Is it not possible that you didn't lose control of your vagina - but rather your vagina gained control of you. Causing you to spin around poles while it stared at your inebriated company like a toddler with her face pressed up against a bug screen?
I'm sure it's possible.
I've done some pretty embarassing things drunk - but not of the particularly sexual nature - I think it stems from the company I keep
if perhaps I was in the company of someone like you - I might be more inclined to subject onlookers to peeps of sexual perversity - rather than shattering the glass door at my friend's apartment again.
Dirty Pirates must tell drunken tales of tomfoolery - it's in the code - you're only living up to our expectations so save the embarassment