The weber networks are terror...
Was on a mma forum and started to bat it back and forth on the pm with a female member. We agreed to meet up when a business trip of mine allowed me to deviate to a convenient stopover in said female members city. I though I was going to get my bang on with this elfish martial mama, but instead she no showed at the meet spot (The Honey Hole Tavern) Couldn't get a hold of her and I decided that I would just get my drink on and make the best of a shit situation.
The whole night some dude at the end of the bar kept staring and gesturing to me in subtle ways, thought he was for da gay jesus, but as it turns out he was stood up too, and coincidentally was a very knowledgeable in teh ufc's, we commiserated and bonded like glue, he got me hammered and enamored to the point of me draping myself on him telling the guy how much I loved him (bro), evidently we made it back to his pad. Didn't remember much else but the place being "mooded up" and the movie the Dark Crystal playing in the background. I may have well been an amoeba swimming in swamp water I was so drunk, consciousness being a relative term at this point, but what I do remember before I faded into oblivion was seeing my user account info up on a screen adjacent the room, It registered enough for me to attempt to get up but my arms and legs would not comply to my instinct to run, the last thing I remember is my hair being stroked and a voice whispering in my ear, "it will all be OK hun"
With out getting into this any more than I have, this pretty much represents what I went through, but with a few differences that you can make out on your own.
