Alright so.. some background information; I am from a small town that nobody has ever heard of, however I am surrounded by Resort towns and summer home towns where there all lots of good looking females (or so I seem to think right now). I am a teenager I don’t feel comfortable telling you my age though ;]. I really like to play drums, sing, do guitar; Basically anything music oriented.

I am a bit of a “player” as some of you ladies might call it I call it “juggling my options”.  However about a month or so ago I went to a party where I met this really attractive girl. We talked and rode around town(this is before anything from a party went on). Well, my buddy and I were there in the car and we were doing the guy thing where you “pick” which girl you think is better looking and seeing who gets which girl and all..you know seeing whos going to get laid by who. I, for one, picked the one who I thought was better looking. He did the same. So we were both on an agreement not to flirt around with the opposite girl of the original choosing.

So once we got back to the hotel where we were going to party after stopping at a friend’s sisters house we began the festivities. Music, beverages, lights, dancing. The norm of a socially accepted party. Well.. the girl of my buddy’s “picking” started to flirt with me and everything.. whatever she was definately not all there. By this time the girl of my picking didn’t want anything to do with me. She actually wanted one of my friend girls (you know its like a girl thats just your friend) so I went ahead and was flirting back with the opposition. My buddy did not take to kindly to this so I happily backed off thinking “Well at least one of us will get some”.

As the night went on the girl kept calling my name, making me want her more and more. (I definitely had my beer goggles on at this point in time). At the same time my friend was in the other room (there were two rooms with a door between them making them adjoined rooms) with her along with my friend girl who was with the girl of my choosing. They kept closing the door and someone would inevitably get back to the other room knowing someone might be “getting it” and unavoidably the door would remain open. Eventually he had had enough of the girl calling my name and my friend girl and rejected my original option. Leaving me there with both the girl I had picked and the girl that totally wanted in my pants.