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Coyote Ugly

Posted on: December 7, 2009

I was at a bday party in a very nice pub, and my friends had the wonderful idea of drinking absinthe (a.k.a. “the green devil”).I had been drinking tequila shots and beer already… I have never felt so high from a drink before. If you add that to being kinda horny (I hadn’t had sex in almost 3 weeks!!), it is easy to assume I became an easy prey. That is weird for me, I am usually in control, and I choose my preys, not the other way!!

Anyway, I was dancing, and this guy that was friends with my friends came to dance with me. Guess what? He was Brazilian!! I had had a fun experience with a Brazilian guy before (an another one I can only qualify as “ok”), so I let him flirt with me openly, even if he was a bit hard on the eye.

I don’t remember the exact sequence of events of that night. I will try to fill in the blanks with the info my friends gave me.

We danced and he kissed me there, in the dance floor, in front of everybody, and I didn’t mind (very atypical of me!). As I was told, when we were leaving he offered to give me a ride home, and I politely declined (some brain cell was still working!), but he insisted and somehow I ended up in his car. My friends didn’t worry cos they knew he was a nice guy, harmless.

I remember giving him the directions to my house, and waking up at the door, and then he kept kissing me (lousy kisser), still in the car. I woke up again and we were driving, almost across the city, going to a motel. I thought, “ok, I am already here, this may be fun”. Wrong, it wasn’t. When he undressed I had to make an effort not to look like a reindeer in headlights: he had the smallest cock I’d ever seen, like, ridiculously small…

We had sex, or something like that, I don’t really felt much, besides his bodyweight on me. I am pretty sure I fell asleep from time to time.

When I woke up, a bit more sober and with a terrible headache I was appalled. Next to me, cuddling, was this very bad looking guy, naked, with a peanut between his legs. I suddenly remembered the Coyote Ugly explanation, and I full understood it. I wanted to dissapear!! I didn’t move so he wouldn’t wake up… tho eventually he did, and he was happy and smiling, and trying to kiss me!!! Gosh!

H was very understanding, I wanted to go home cos I had a bad hangover (true), so we skipped breakfast and all that.

I tell you, I’ve been with a few guys… but I had never, ever been so disappointed, never had I left a bar with such a lame pick… I swear I’ll never mix absinthe with anyother drink, EVER!!!


2 Responses to "Coyote Ugly"

true… yours is worse than mine… hahaha

shit happens! 😛

haha, told u so dear.
hey, at least it was fun to write about it, lol.
beijo menina

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