Quoth Sliceanddice
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now, before I start, let me say, don't judge me... I was stupid and I admit it.
Background, I don't handle alcohol well... and my roommate found out about the one time I was drunk.
So after graduating high school I went on a Eurotour with some friends from school. We were actually quite responsible for the first 3 days... then on the 3rd night we boarded a train to go from Paris to Barceclona... we figured, hey we're on the train, nothing bad can happen (which means, a lot bad can happen), let's go use the onboard bar (we were legal age in europe). I had 3 drinks, a Martini (which was delicious), a Jack and Coke (pretty good) and a beer (which tasted like what I imagine piss would taste like)... anyway, between never having alcohol before and mixing drinks i was wasted. And in this drunken state I thought it would be a good idea to depants one of my friends (let's call him Z)... well a little bit more than was anticipated ending up coming down (it wasn't intentional
)... and I made some comment like "holy shit, this guys looks like he won the genetic lottery" 
so after hearing that story my roommate concluded I am a "3 beer queer" .... then one night I decided to do something out of character, I decided to buy some Bacardis... after half a bottle I was having trouble speaking clearly (i called the drink Bahardis... shut up)... so then my roommate came up with the conclusion that it doesn't even take 3 beers which has changed into her thinking it doesn't take any alcohol. So now her mission is to either prove that I'm in the closet or failing that turn me gay.
oh and to make the story even more interesting, Z came out of the closet just over a year ago... making certain friends, coworkers, and a roommate think that sense he was the other person involved that i was in the closet with him...
so, like I said really long story... I'm going to go hide in my corner now



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