Last night I was at a party. I got pretty well smashed. Someone declared the time was "pantsless o'clock' and garments hit the floor. I was wearing a pair of polkadot boxers. Probably not what I'd have chosen had I known they were to be on display that night. But some girl told me they were cute, and I'm pretty sure my penis didn't pop out at any point, so I can't complain.
I found my buddy on the bathroom floor curled around the toilet at 4. I suppose that was an hour or so after pantsless o'clock. I dragged him to the living room. He hopped on a couch, I hopped on a chair. Chick who said I had cute boxers was sleeping in a foldout bed. She invited me to join her. Ever polite, and ever stupid in inebriation, I extended the invitation to my very drunk friend. And so that's how I came to wake up this morning spooning a chick in her underwear and holding some dude's hand.
I have a girlfriend. Is it bad that I slept with a girl last night, that we were both in our underwear, and that I basically had as much of me in contact with her ass as I could manage? Or is it okay because some guy was sleeping on the other side of her? To be honest, I don't care either way. I'm just curious to see how you folks respond to my version of the love and infidelity question. Cheers!