One night at the club, a cute guy named Ron started dancing with me. We had great chemistry, and after some sultry dancing to a good number of songs, we were kissing on the dance floor.
Ron stopped dancing and pulled me out onto the back patio. We promptly started making out and getting busy against the back railing.
Pretty soon, we realized that we had better get the fuck out of there before we were laced with fines for indecency and exposure. Ron had driven his car to the club, so we got inside and started to drive back to my place.
The only problem?
Ron was so fucking drunk that he turned the wrong way down a ONE WAY STREET. Cars were honking at us and blinking the shit out of us to try to get our attention.
Me: WHAT ARE YOU DOING??! THIS IS A ONE WAY STREET!!
Ron: Oh yeah. Oops!
But instead of turning down the next cross-street, he kept on driving down the street anyway. Luckily we made it back to my place in one piece. If he had killed me, I would have come back as a ghost and haunted the fuck out of him.
Then to make matters worse, he promptly fell asleep on my bed.
In spite of this, it wasn't a complete failure; we had some great morning sex the next day.
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