I met Britney through Tony, on one of our nights out in town. Britney is the kind of girl that turns every head in a room: she is 28, tall, fit, with long blond hair and a beautiful smile. She is hot in every meaning of the word.
The first night I met her, Britney took me and Adrian for a late night dinner at a 24 hour restaurant. Britney was always full of ideas like that, and unlike many women, she was not waiting for a man to come up with something to do. That was one of the things I liked the most about her. Well, that, and of course the fact that I found her extremely attractive!
I kept bumping into Britney on a weekly basis from then on. This was not surprising, I kept going out with Tony in that period, and he and Britney generally move in similar circles. Practically every time we met, we ended up hanging out, and having a really good time. Whether it was a restaurant, a cocktail bar, or an after hours dance venue, we kept having a blast. Unfortunately, a big red flag also emerged early on in these outings: Britney drinks. A lot. Almost every time I met her, she was either already drunk, or she eventually got so plastered that she couldn’t speak properly or walk straight. Almost every time, I ended up taking her home because there was no way I would let her drive, and most times I didn’t even trust her to take a taxi.
I thought this was a shame because, in her more lucid moments, Britney was very thoughtful, outspoken and articulate. When drunk, she turned into a bumbling idiot. I was attracted to her, but the drinking thing kept me from asking her out for a while. Eventually though, we were having such a good time together that I decided to go for it. I wanted to do something that did not involve alcohol, so I asked Britney to go salsa dancing with me on a Friday night.
Unfortunately, that did not work out. Britney called me the day before our date to tell me that she was not feeling very well, so she was not up to the dancing. Undeterred, I suggested dinner instead. She agreed, and I picked her up from her place. Dinner was excellent, an Italian restaurant that serves fantastic food in my neighborhood. We went to my apartment for a quick drink after that, then to a bar not far from my home, where we met up with some friends. The evening was going great, and from some point on there was a lot of physical contact with Britney; we were both very attracted to each other. But you can probably see the folly of this evening’s plan: there was already too much alcohol, which was exactly what I wanted to avoid. We visited another 2 or 3 bars; in the first one we found ourselves on our own for a while, and we started kissing. But a couple of drinks later, and Britney was very drunk. By the time we were finishing our bar tour, I was seriously losing interest in the situation. Around 2 am we once more went for some late night food and called it a night. I asked a friend to drive us to my place, where I had left my car, so that I could drive Britney home.
I had left the car keys in my apartment, so we had to go upstairs to get them. Once inside, we started making out again. I thought that was great, but then Britney started taking off her clothes. I told her that we can fool around, but I was not going to have sex with her that night, because I thought she was drunk. She kept saying she wasn’t, that she had sobered up, but I wasn’t convinced. I told her that she could spend the night if she wanted, but again, no sex. The making out and the undressing went on for about an hour. In the end, I broke it off, and told her that we should get ready for bed. Which we did. We got into bed and snuggled for a while, and I was getting ready to sleep.
I do not believe that two people cannot sleep in the same bed without having sex. I know I have done it several times in the past, and I know that I can control myself. I also know that this was not what happened that night. I will not offer excuses about why things turned out the way they did. I think we both could have handled things differently, but for whatever reason, we didn’t. I remember thinking that going ahead with it would not be very clever, but in the end it is what happened.
We were having sex for the rest of the night. We went again, and again, and again, until about 7 in the morning, by which time we were both exhausted and just passed out. And I have to say, the sex was great. I believe that first times with someone are never particularly good, people need at least a couple of weeks, if not longer, to get used to each other and really have great sex. But for a first time, sex was pretty awesome with Britney.
For some reason, I woke up just after 8. I got up and, having an empty fridge, I decided to go to the local bakery to get breakfast and coffee for both of us. Britney was fast asleep when I left; when I returned 15 minutes later she was fully dressed and about to open the door; she was making a run for it. I calmly asked her if she wants a cup of coffee and I sat down in the kitchen. She relaxed and had the coffee and the sandwiches I brought. We talked about what happened, she told me that she felt weird about it. I assured her that it really made no difference to me and I still thought of us the same way as before. The previous night we had made plans for that Sunday; rollerblading in the park and shopping. We renewed these plans, and she said that she would probably give me a call in the evening, after which I drove her home.
Britney did call me that evening, and we met up. She was with friends, and to my disappointment I could tell that she was drunk again. I reminded myself that at least our plans for the next day would not involve any drinking, so I didn’t make too much of it. We went for dinner, which sobered her up a bit. Britney wanted to drive home; I told her that there was no way I was letting her drive, so I drove her car for her. We were alone in her apartment; she got into her pajamas, she gave me some comfy slacks that she had laying around, and we watched some TV and talked about sex, relationships, and other stuff for a couple of hours. The drinking caught up with Britney in the end; she passed out on the couch, so I put her to bed and went home.
The next morning I gave her a call to see what she wanted to do about our plans. She told me that she checked with the roller-blade rentals, and they were open until late, so we could meet at 2 pm at the shop. It sounded like a plan, and I was excited for both the beautiful day, and Britney’s offer of joining me later to give me shopping advice for some new clothes I needed.
At 12:30 pm Britney texted me that she did not feel well, and she wanted to skip our plans. I replied that it was alright and that I hoped she felt better soon. She kept her distance for the next few days. At the end of the week she contacted me to say that she had regrets about what happened on Friday night, that she couldn’t remember parts of it, and eventually that she was in no place for a relationship but she would still like to be friends with me, because she has a great time with me. Not exactly what I wanted to hear, but I said I was fine with that if that’s what she wanted.
It’s been several weeks since then. I tried getting Britney to meet with me or with friends. In the beginning she was really responsive, texting like usual and joking around, but evading any meetings. She progressively became less forthcoming. In the end, she simply stopped replying. I asked her a few times during this period to just tell me if she does not want to see me anymore, but she denied this vehemently.
I was upset about all this for a little while, but now I am just disappointed. Britney clearly has issues, but she maintains she wants to get over them, and I was fine with trying to help her through her problems, either as just a friend, or as something more. She chose to cut me out and not have to deal with what happened between us. I guess that’s one way of handling it.