This reminds me of what happened to me a very long time ago. College party, with drinking galore. I had more than a few, and the "beer goggles" were working well. Starting talking with some girl I didn't know only to learn that she wanted to leave and go elsewhere with me. Being a gentleman, I agreed and we went to a bar where my buddies never hung out. Only that night, two of them were there, too close for comfort. Bar prices being what they were, I slowed down my drinking and the beer goggles started to wear off. She was somewhat, um, der, chunky and had squezed into jeans and a top that concealed the damage food had done over time. My less drunk buddies, of course, saw this right away and were making suggestive and rude gestures, etc. So I had to leave. Went to her apartment, and had a few more drinks. Beer goggles started working again. She was snuggled up to me, and she whispered "I'm going to go change into something more comfortable". Wow --- perfect. Or so I thought. She came out of the bedroom into the living room dressed in a sweatshirt and sweat pants. I'm not kidding. More comfortable for her, but hardly what I'd been expecting -- which of course was a negligee or nothing at all.
Well, that did it. Though I was going to get laid -- didn't happen.
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