FIRST THINGS FIRST: WHAT DRINKING DOES
Drinking does bring us closer to people we care for – that is, if these people love to drink too. When we were being pushed to have our very first taste of wine, beer, gin, brandy, or whatever magical concoction was it that we were hesitantly sniffing during that “first time,” we did not have any idea that we would soon plunge into a lifetime of glass-raising.
And so we became full-time drinkers.
No regrets, we could honestly say. Drinking has opened doors for us, introduced us to a lot of people, taught us many different things about human nature. In short, our limited horizons before that first shot slowly widened. From the old you came out the new person – more confident, more at ease when other people are around, not afraid of strangers, and definitely not afraid to try new things.
Like one-night stands.
Most of my highly satisfying sexual acts happen whenever I’m loaded with beer. And I know most of yours do too. There is really nothing surprising with that. By the time you are on your third bottle, the person you are conversing with suddenly show carnal motives – and you do the same: he or she suddenly becomes very desirable, although the initial motivation was simply to get to know the other person better.
And so hands move, we touch, we grope, we feel. And we move closer, knees touching, lips almost grazing one another. And before you know it, you’re having a wonderful time riding the other person.
Drinking does that. It would be hypocrisy to say that we drink and fail to be affected by the spirit contained in the bottle, and end up becoming a very bold person. As if there is some individual hiding inside us – just waiting for that opportune moment when it would finally be unleashed. Alcohol lubricates the prison gates, and out goes the alter ego, taking over and uttering words we would not say under normal circumstances, making us exhibit movements we couldn’t really be capable of doing when sober. Like putting our hand on the left leg of our drinking buddy, and making it stay there for awhile.
I was drunk with gin when I gave my first blow job to a guy, and I never looked back since then. Of course, I couldn’t know the difference of my blow jobs when drunk and my blow jobs when I’m sober. I know I do it as expertly as I could, regardless of the state I’m in – but I’d like to think I am much, much better when drunk.
Me, When Inebriated
I move in a more relaxed manner as the alcohol builds up in my blood stream. None of the jarring movements, so to speak. Each move is smooth, as if calculated and executed with precision. The hand that lands lovingly on the side of the right cheek of my drinking partner; the flirtatious laughter; the light pinch on the arm of the other person; the grin; the smile; the head-cocking; the eyebrow-raising. All of these display a well-composed individual who, in reality, is a person whose head is spinning.