I slept with two guys Friday night

It was your typical happy hour Friday night; I joined S&P and his friend for a little pre-partying before we went to the Hard Rock for a show. The 3 of us stopped off along the way to pick up an extremely last minute date that had agreed to join.

She wasted not a single second during our first potty break together to inform me that she absolutely would not be going home with the friend. As soon as she left us to get another round of drinks I was sure to place a bet with him that he would not be staying with Blondie, as he had planned. He was certain he was crashing with her and bet me dinner.

After the concert we dipped into a karaoke joint for a hot minute. Even though the beer was flowing, the distance between the two was becoming more apparent. I was the designated driver and the 3 of them were really putting it away.

Soon Blondie was ready to go and I dropped her off at home, stoked I had won dinner. Sweet!

It was just me and the guys again and we were hungry, so we hit up Pom Pom’s for some grub. As soon as he took his last bite, S&P’s friend went out to the car to sleep. We finished up as fast as we could and got him home right away. I put him to sleep in my spare room and S&P and I were out cold within 30 seconds of getting to my room.

Some hours later S&P is nudging me, telling me to move over. Move over? Why? I was very much on my side of the bed. Confused and realizing I could use water anyway, I get up. Now… I am legally blind and it was hella dark, but when I got back to my room there seemed to be already be a second body in it.

“Ummmm. Is that your friend?” I asked. “Yeah he came in here about an hour ago.”

Ok.

1. I am the lightest sleeper I know. If a fly farts, I hear it. How I missed my door opening and a second guest joining us is beyond me.
2. I love that S&P couldn't have cared less about being cuddled by his friend.
3. I cannot believe there were 3 grown-ass adults sleeping in my queen for God knows how long.

I quickly talked some sense into my obviously very drunk boyfriend. We got up and moved to the spare bedroom, which was now vacant.

Watching his friend’s face as he opened my bedroom door the next morning to join us in the living room was priceless. He was embarrassed to come out in just his skivvies, but had no problem spooning S&P hours earlier.