*shamed*
14, a boy I vaguely fancied (but was not aware he fancied me until this incident) got me very, incredibly, wildly drunk on cheap cider, which in itself is surprising as I've always been a spirit drinker...

...I threw up over the entire ground floor. As I crawled through it.

...My best friend very kindly picked me up, took me to the toilet, cleaned me up and brushed my teeth with a disposable toothbrush. Then left me in a corner on a beanbag....

...Where I was woken up by earlier-mentioned boy trying to swallow my tongue. In the background played Will Smith's great opus, 'Boom Boom Shake The Room", which will forevermore be the embodiment of that crushingly embarrassing situation. Or rather, the song that makes me feel physically sick. It kind of did before anyway, I suppose.

And that was my first 'kiss with tongues', people.

Many things happened at that party, but I was the only guest who couldn't face going to school the following Monday. And I couldn't eat chewing gum for 6 months due to 'similarities'.

I did something similar when I was 19 in a house full of attractive single men and I was one of only two girls. I think the pressure gets to me in these situations...
(niceandwarmandhot vive la résistance, Wed 19 Apr 2006, 17:08, Reply)