The repercussions of my last drunken stupor.

[morrigan716]

Friday night, an Anonymous 18-year-old guy stops by my apartment at about 1:30 a.m. He wants me to buy him some alcohol. I said um, no it's a bit too late. So he wanted to hang out for a little while. Since Alexander was with his father I let him in. Here is the conversation that followed:

Anonymous 18-year-old boy: Remember when I was 15 and we both worked at Winn Dixie and we got drunk and I asked if you'd have sex with me?
Me: Um yeah.
Boy: So will you now that I'm legal.
Me: Um no.
Boy: Can I at least see your boobs?
Me: Um no.
Boy: Why not?
Me: Why the hell do you want to see my boobs?
Boy: Cuz they're big.
Me: What the hell, I'll give you a cheap thrill. (I proceed to flash him like a dumbass)
Boy: Can I lick them?
Me: Oh God. No!
Boy: Please.
Me: Um no.
(We sit around in uncomfortable silence for a few minutes.)
Boy: Can you take me home now?
Me: How'd you get here?
Boy: I took a cab.
Me: I'll call you another one.
(Uncomfortable small talk until the cab arrives.)

I'm wondering if I said something stupid the night at FAt Albert's or if he's just a horny guy. I'll never drink again!