There was a semi sleazeball guy in our friendship drinking circle who was very well off. Work hard play hard kinda of guy, and he would relentless chase after women after a few drinks. My wife lost a bunch of bets to him one evening when we ran into him at a bar, being pretty drunk herself.
He was hitting on her pretty hard and didnt realize she was my wife, as we were in a group. Most of the bets he made where for shots and drinks, and she ended up refusing them when it was time to pay up. He kept insisting, and they bickered for a while, until it was finally suggested she flash him.
Eventually she relented and they went outside for a less than a minute, and she told me he wanted a BJ but she just ended up flashing him and letting him touch her briefly. Anyway, nothing much else happened for the rest of the evening and we later went home. Where the regret comes in is that we ran into him a few months later and he didn't even recall the incident, much to her dismay.
She later told me she was so upset that he didn't remember her, especially after everything, and it's one of the very few times she's done something like that. We ran into him a few times after that until he eventually moved away, and she always gave him the cold shoulder. It was hilarious watching her frown if he was around, and she'd always mention how pissed she was after we'd left.
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