Well im old enough to still be able to insure that I don't do too embarassing stuff even when im severely intoxicated.
I spent the new years celebrations at a private party where I pretty much only knew one other person and the rest where complete strangers (well some where "known" to me from several years before but only in the most passing and impersonal manner). But I had a good time, and so did the others seem to have.
Funny thing though, drunk people normally lose all (or at least a lot) of their inhibitions, but somehow I do the complete opposite. Apparently some girl at the party had taken a liking to me (in the way where she didn't have the guts to actually tell me herself, which for most of the time means that it's a "done deal" if you know what I mean
). But instead of pursuing the matter and go for some new years sex (or even trying to spy which girl at the party it was who had taken a liking to me), I basically put an end to the situation. (as nicely as I could)
In hindsight, I guess I felt that I'd probably mess up somehow. Im normally a relationship seeking man, but the thing is im not on the prowl right now after anything romantic (that means, no relationships OR casual sex what so ever), and I REALLY don't wish to lead a woman on just to boost my ego or anything like that.
So that's my wierd story of new years eve. I turned down a potentially pleasant romantic encounter for quite self-sacrificial reasons. And somehow I feel a sense of pride in doing so because I didn't even get to know which girl it was.
As you can imagine, I would have been quite a shallow person if I decided to take a look at her physical appearance before making any decision. But despite being drunk off my ass I actually had the most consideration for the actual person and not her physical appearance in the way that I didn't care what she looked like, I just didn't want to expose her to the potentially havoc-causing person that I am. : /
