[westopher]

I was in Vegas all fucked up at Pure night club in the VIP for my buddies bachelor party. I went down to the dance floor, picked up a girl and by the time I brought her back all my friends had been kicked out for various drug related reasons, so we decided to go meet back up with her friends. They all ditched as well. Ok, we will do our own thing. We pretty much had a full on romantic feature film, involving strolling down the strip collecting the hooker cards, making out passionately in front of the bellagio fountain, drinking at every bar while laughing hysterically at each others jokes, etc. Then as the typical walk her back to the hotel room part of the night happened, I panicked, kissed her and left. I told my buddies about how bad I fucked up and everyone called me "the boyfriend experience" for the next year, and talked about scenarios of how I give girls the best dates with all of the romance and none of the pesky sexual pressure. Fuck.