Not what was supposed to happen.
I went out the other night with friends to celebrate finalizing my divorce at the age of 44, Got drunk and had a young guy flirting with me, Went home with him and all my friends were encouraging it, We went to his place because there was no way I was letting a random guy know where I lived.
BIG fail, We were hooking up on his couch and his room mate came in, I tried to fix my top and get my floppy DD's back to where they were supposed to be but he seen a lot more than he should have, Long story short I did my first three way and regret it fully.
I never had any urge to have one before and had I been slightly more sober I would have said no but I was drunk and h**** and angry and the list goes on and not to mention that I had 2 decent looking late 20's guys fawning over me. I did the walk of shame at 8am and WAY too much s** and now I am sitting here staring out the window regretting every second of it.
First of all no one wants to have that much s** in one night and second I had started out telling the guy I went home with that he had to use a condom and somehow that didn't happen with either of them, Every time I thought we were wrapping up the festivities nope, It would start all over again with one of them shoving a d*** in my face. I finally had to get up, Gather everything except my new $60 bra which I couldn't find and leave so I could stop having s** because I seriously think they would have kept going all day.
So in conclusion my night sucked....So did I, I guess, Way too much.