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It starts on one of the many nights out where you have forgotten your own name. You’ve been plied with a deadly cocktail of punch, half a bottle of vodka and several trebles for singles in Nags. Jumping into the queue at Tru with your flat mates you still think that the blurry vision is just down to the lack of dinner that night - you’ll be fine once you get inside - and stand, swaying, in front of the bouncers hoping they won’t look at you like the girl who walked out and vomited over the pavement.
Hitting the dance floor with the lads after another couple of VKs to keep you desensitized to your terrible dancing, you see the best friend of the girl you’re seeing. You’ve always got on well but obviously she’s a no go. You sit down in a free booth and chat for quite a while, still struggling to keep your words from slurring and keep your reserve. Your head is telling you to step back, but when she asks you to dance, you think, "it’s just a dance, no problem...I can deal with that".
This is where it gets painful. Your mate heads over to tell you to be careful, you nod, understanding his point, say something along the lines of "It’s fine mate, don’t worry" but continue dancing. You get closer and closer, the alarm bells start to ring but it’s just a dull drone to you, mixed in with Day ‘N’ Nite. She pulls closer and you have to make the decision. Personally, I thought I’d prefer to keep what I had, took a step back, and headed to the bar.
Why throw away something good for a cheap pull which, more often than not, would end in awkwardness rather than the start of something better? The guilt is another thing that makes it all the more pointless, waking up the next morning knowing that what you did could end everything in one moment, it’s something that is pretty soul destroying – especially if you liked the girl.
Exclusivity is something that should be defended; cheating completely undermines the whole idea of trust. After all, where would relationships be without it? I would be the same if a girl did that to me, cut her loose; she’s clearly not interested in keeping me. So when you’re considering risking it, just think how hard you’ve worked for what you already have, don’t throw it away.
It’s sad that girls are more likely to become casualties in the fight for masculinity than to be appreciated. I can’t say it's right, and if you don’t think twice it will happen.
Well, on that thoughtful note I’ll leave you; ponder it as you will.
Thank f**k I've read that before hitting gallery tonight, should help remind me what I've got despite the vks, champagne etc
As a female reader, this article scares me a little. Ok, if it really takes that much alcohol to allow boys to fall into such traps then I can understand how a drunken cheat could happen. But it seems to me that in the - presumably hypothetical - case described above, it wasn't the punch/vodka/nags/VK combo that caused the cheating. Don't get into a situ where you're alone with another girl!
Also, #1, why ever are you drinking VK and champagne? It seems rather incongruous!
I agree with #2. Except I trust my boyfriend enough for him to be alone with another girl!
#2 What a tragic life it is when you can't trust yourself to be alone with a girl! Some of my best friends are girls and I can't imagine not spending time alone with them, even if the idea of it might worry my girlfriend.
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