Crash Landing
On Saturday, I attended a pub crawl along with TheSister'sFriend and about 20 other people. We started nice and early at 1:00 in the afternoon and by last call that night, there were still four of us going strong. Sadly, there weren't too many tales of debauchery that arose from the outing, but I did manage to get denied by TheSister'sFriend at the end of the night.
All was going well throughout the day and everyone was having a great time drinking and bar hopping. I was getting a good vibe from TheSister'sFriend all day long and figured things were looking good for later that night. When the sun went down, a lot of the group began to drop off and, after a late dinner, there were four of us remaining (TheSister'sFriend, a good friend of hers, one of my old college buddies and myself). Never one to tap out early, I suggested that we continue the crawl on our own and hit at least one more bar to finish out the night. The other three agreed and we returned to one of the bars we'd hit earlier in the day.
After yet another round of drinks, our group retreated to a quieter section of the bar. I was sitting on a barstool and TheSister'sFriend was standing in front of me, between my legs. I had my arms around her waist and back and hers were around my neck. The other two, sensing what was happening, assumed the role of wing couple and left us to our own devices. If bets were being taken on the outcome of the night, given the odds, I believe that bookies would have referred to this as a "lock." Moving forward with this blind assumption, I leaned in to kiss TheSister'sFriend. I could sense a bit of hesitation on her part, so I aborted half way there and just went for a hug. To this, she was quite receptive. As I held her, I sensed that my balls were beginning to take on a bluish hue. I decided to back off for a few minutes and, depending on her body language, considered giving it one more shot before the night's end (which was rapidly approaching).
On the second pass, it was all or nothing. I was either going to fly high into an erogenous zone or crash and burn into the danger zone. I leaned in again and, this time, she started to close in on me as well. My fears were laid to rest as every appeared to be going according to plan. Right before our lips were to meet, she turned her head to the side; danger zone. I'd misinterpreted the go ahead signal from Temptation Island and instead of landing on her shores, my plane was now a fiery mess, about to crash land miles from safety. And, crash land I did.
"I'm sorry, I can't kiss you. I keep thinking about [TheSister] and that you're her older brother and that kind of weirds me out," she apologized.
Could I get that order of blue balls to go? Thanks. "I can't exactly say I was thinking the same thing. Uh, it's getting kind of late; perhaps we should call it a night?"
"I'm really sorry; I don't mean to make this complicated. I'd really like to make it up to you another time."
And with that, I was cast off into the night, drunk, frustrated and alone.
