What a night

I am finally sober and thought about deleting the previous post but it's against my principles. Last night was a blast dammit, it's been so long since I've been out like this. Kilkenny, Tiger and some amount of 2 jim beam bottles helped me along the way of course.

And then there was the matter of the 3 russian girls. I've always liked how east european women looked like but 2 of them were smoking hot. With their supermodel looks and their limited knowledge of english it was quite interesting. Since we knew them, they were naturally stealing our alcohol which i think didnt matter since every bloody guy in MOS was staring at them.

Here comes the interesting part. Later in the night, one of them accuses my best friend of calling her a prostitute and tried to slap him. Everyone was kinda drunk. Before that she was trying unsuccessfully to make out with me I might add. SLUT! HOE! People who weren't close to me kept asking what the hell was wrong with me. People who knew me, knew why I wouldn't do such a thing. I mean she was super hot and everything but my loyalties were elsewhere. This is the most interesting bit, later when she couldnt find him she grabbed me, put her face right up to mine and propositioned me. "If you tell me where your friend is, I promise I will give you the fuck of your life tonight." In a thick european accent. Frankly, it sent some tingles down my spine because no woman had ever spoken to me like that before.

So here it was, superhot model promising me a fuck if i gave up the location of my best friend. Simple choice, isn't it? I told her it was nice meeting you, and left dragging my drunk-ass best friend out of MOS. After that I never even thought about it or regretted it. I guess there's only person still on my mind regardless of what's going on or how difficult it is. Never been in my blood to cheat or do anything like that. Principles mean the world to me. Without them, you are never really ever gonna be a person that people respect.

And now it's the afternoon, I lost a lot fluid last night and blood this morning. I feel so weak. But at the same time I feel invigorated that I refused to sleep with that whore. My morals are lifting me up. Somehow I feel good. Seeing Brian and Cindy was good too. It reminded me of some fun times. Although I cant for the life of me imagine that Cindy thought that Elise was here and at MOS with me? She's not even here! Maybe there was something in the drinks that night.

I guess what happened last night was a life lesson for me. It showed me the person that I am and the kind of person that I should be with. Life works in mysterious ways.

P.S. Thanks for your msg Davi, my previous entry wasnt a cry for help or anything, it was just me being drunk at 5am in the morning but thank god i could still control myself even though I tried to type as properly as I could. Haha. Davi's a true friend! And daughter.

*UPDATE* Apparently this big black guy who was trying to fuck her by making friends with us succeeded. AND HE WAS THE ONE WHO ASKED IF SHE WAS A PROSTITUTE. So she probably construed everything wrongly. In the end he went back to her hotel with her. So I assume she must be an escort or prostitute of something because the only thing that black guy had going for him was his money. Money money money. It's a rich man's world.