I've never done this type of thing before but I feel that I have tell people how liberated I feel this morning. I've always been a bit of a shy person and never that great with girls (there's only been a couple of very brief encounters in my early days) although I did have a girlfriend for a few months we weren't very hot on the the sleeping together bit.
Then came last weekend and my flatmate (from now on I will use fictional names to cover all identities which may feature) Rob decided that my manliness was at stake thereby goading me into a bet "That I couldn't sleep with a different girl each week for a year". I thought he was joking at first, but later realised he was deadly serious. My forfeit would be that I would have to do all his cleaning, washing and ironing for a whole year if I couldn't manage it. Needless to say I had had too much to drink for me to be able to say no.
It was only in the middle of this week when we were on one of our next drinking sessions (a remnant from our wednesday half days as students) that he reminded me of it and that fact that we had shaken hands on it. There was no going back, and so Friday night I began with only two nights to bed a girl otherwise I would have fallen at the first hurdle.
Now, you may be thinking that this is a disgusting idea, especially if you are female, and I wouldn't blame you. But please let me put in a bit of a defence. I've never done this type of thing before, and if you were to meet me in the street you would probably see me as an ordinary guy, nothing unusual about me at all. You would probably find me quite polite as well, and up until this morning my gut was wrenching with the whole idea of just getting someone into bed as part of a bet. It just went totally against my nature and I couldn't understand why people (and I'm thinking of Russell Brand here) would spend their whole lives in search of a s**g. But things have changed...
Friday night and a visit to a late night music club and a couple of dozen vodkas later I had plucked up the courage to talk to a couple of girls. Unfortunately my dancing is really up to much and I was treated with a certain amount of disdain. Then I got chatting to a really sweet girl called Holly (not real name of course), dark blond hair and blue eyes and we got on really well. Unfortunately for me (and its amazing how priorities can change) I only got her number. I was too knackered from all my chatting up to carry on that night and so I left the place emptyhanded, with Rob looking forward to a year of being looked after.
However, I was determined. A few pints down the pub yesterday spending it watching the football and I got chatting to Jessica, a girl from Derby whose team had lost their FA Cup match, while at the bar. She was out with a couple of friends who both had boyfriends but she was single. It turned out she was quite desperate as well so that meant we had something in common. And not meaning to be rude, in my sobriety this morning, I could see why.
She's not exactly unattractive, but she is a little on the heavy side with a couple of moles in noticeable places. Unfortunately she seemed to think that she had met the man of her dreams. Totally unsure of how to play it I skipped out of her flat while she was taking a shower and left a note that my (fictional) twelve year old dog was ill and I would call her. Jessica if you are reading this, I'm sorry, please don't take it personally.
But anyway, at least I am still in the bet and have to say that sex for sex sake is a lot more fun than I expected and incredibly liberating as well not ever having to feel embarrassed if something goes a little awry. Hell, its not as if I'm going to see them again is it? I hope not anyway. I'll just have to find somewhere else to drink for a while.