I don't remember his name. I only heard it once. It might begin with a J or an N. He was 21 and washes hair for a living. I accidentally started dancing with him. I was dancing with my friend Jodi when we started grinding. Then we really started grinding. Then I realized that he had a hole in the side of his pants right where his underwear was. He told me he wasn't a slut. Then we made out on the dance floor of Novak's.
He asked if I wanted to go home with him. I had been attempting to take someone home all night so it might as well be him. He was kinda sexy. A sloppy kisser but with promise. Everything seemed like it could go well. I drove him home and he told me where he had to be in the morning. Her Highness was just getting home from work. That always looks bad when I bring a new boy home.
We start making out again. He immediately takes off his pants and asks where the restroom is. He is very very drunk. He comes back into my room and tells me that he can't figure out how to flush the toilet (a very difficult thing to figure out sober). I at this point am just wearing my underwear. Its been a long day and I just wanted to get to the point. I had to pull his shirt off him because he was unable to get it off and kept muttering something about Abercrombie.
Once naked, I thought that things would start going. He mumbled a few things which resembled, "I will fuck you if you want." To which I said I just wanted to mess around. He then kept mumbling things (which is not really attractive in the bedroom environment). Eventually, after progressing to a lay still, we stopped and he said that he was sorry. He kept saying that he was sorry and that he just couldn't tonight. So defeated, I rolled over and went to sleep. He did not achieve anything.
So this morning, he woke me up by grabbing me. I thought maybe this could be nice. Nope still wasn't. I won't go into the details here cause it just might get too much like porn. But how disappointing can a one-night stand get?
I drove him home and neither of us asked for the other's number. I was no longer interested. But he should have been. Maybe he just knew.