Basically in 2008 I (James) went to my friends (Sophie) 20th birthday party, in fact she had 2. I went to both and met a lot of her friends and family. In true James fashion I leaned towards the extremely drunk and forgetting peoples names and faces. In doing so i forgot both times that i met a very cute guy named Curtis.
Now a month or so later I went a New years eve party at Sophie’s house, we all had a great night, around 50 of us; We brought the new year in true drunken fashion. Now this time I met Curtis properly, and I spoke to him for longer than 5 minutes. We spent the whole night together joined at the hip. Though he still says this isn’t true, Curtis was pouring alcohol down my neck all night, so of course I wasn’t going to leave the person plying me with free booze.
As the party wound down, i could have walked home but i thought i would stay the night with Curtis. We had that night, what i probably thought was only going to be a one off thing. I say this because I had never had a boyfriend at the time and neither had he, also i was never very confidant in myself so i didn’t expect him to want to see me again. I left on new years day grateful for a wonderful night and a lovely memory expecting never to hear from him again.
Around 2 weeks later i did.
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