One night, my friend Tony invited me to a party at his frat. The party was beach-themed, so I did my best to look smokin' hot. My then-long hair was slightly tousled as if by the wind, and I was wearing a pink bikini top and sarong bottom.
I arrived at the party and found Tony.
Tony: Woooo Veronica! Great outfit!! *high five* Meet my friends!
Tony then introduced me to five people, and then said he had to go man the back door for awhile. So the other five people and I all decided to stand in a circle and talk to each other. It turned out that the others hadn't known each other either, so we were all on the same page.
After a few minutes, one of the guys in the group, Sonny, asked me to dance. He was really cute in a polo shirt sort of way.
At first, the two of us were still talking as we danced. Then, the dancing became pretty hot. Then, we started making out.
Sonny and I spent the whole party together. When we got tired of dancing, we would go out back to visit Tony. Sonny got me a drink and we walked around arm in arm, chatting.
Then, the party ended. Sonny asked me if I had plans for after the party. I told him that I was going to meet up with Joanna at a pizza place, and invited him to come along.
We all went to the pizza place, and Joanna told us that she could get us into a different party. Sonny considered coming along, but then decided to head home. He explained that he lived with two of his friends that are girls.
Sonny: I really should get back to the girls. They're probably wondering where I am..
Me: Okay. Well, it was really nice meeting you.
Sonny kissed me one last time before leaving.
The next day, Sonny friend-requested me on Facebook. This is great! I thought. He didn't have sex with me last night because he is interested in dating me.
The only problem? Sonny never talked to me again. Ever. I told the whole story to Tony, and he was also confused about Sonny's behavior. He told Sonny that he had seen him making out with me, and asked Sonny what the deal was; Sonny replied that he had just been looking to have a good time. Then why, Tony asked me, would he not have led me into the bedroom?
Fucking hell. Guys are weird as shit.
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