Here's a story I hadn't thought of in years. Way way back in my late twenties I was working for an NGO in Central America. I was in capitol for a meeting I think, and couple colleagues and I go out to a bar that evening. It was basically an ex-pat bar. Most of the local bars were not really the kind of places you'd want to spend much time in - no women, but lots of drunks that want to practice their English. Anyway, we meet this attractive young black woman in the bar. This was odd in itself because the country has hardly any blacks. Turned out she was from a neighboring country which has a significant black population on the Atlantic Coast. She's got a little pot with her, something not easy to find at that time, and she wants to go somewhere with us to light-up. She's clearly already high and having a good time.
So... we go back to my room in a small pension. On the way there she announces that she wants me to be her "boyfriend". The four of us get a little high, it wasn't that much pot, and I eventually have to tell the other guys to beat it. Finally they leave, but in the meantime she kinda drifts off. Too much booze I figure, but I can't wake her up. In the process of trying to get her attention I notice she has puked-up a very very tiny amount onto her blouse. Now I'm a little concerned. I'm wondering what's going on, so I take a look in her purse and find a bottle of barbiturates. If you knew where to go you could buy that kind of stuff in a pharmacy without a prescription. At one point in the evening it looked like I was going to laid for sure. Now I'm thinking, get me the hell outa here! I take off and spend the night in another pension, but not before making sure she was basically OK and sleeping on her stomach. By then she was snoring.
Here comes the good part. A month or so later I run into another friend in the capitol. He tells me his story about meeting this cute black girl in the same bar. She tells him her story about waking up in a pension alone, not exactly knowing how she got there. She says some white guys took her out one night and then just left her there. The people at the pension wouldn't let her out without paying for a room, and she didn't have any money. I already paid for the room, but at that point they didn't know what room she was in or how she got there. She had to climb out a window. It gets even better. My friend did get laid, but he also got Chlamydia - that's why he was in the capitol, to see a doctor. Boy was I glad I couldn't wake her up!
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