Originally Posted by CrazyVegn

The guy @ the party? IDK what he's like in bed but the scary thing was I kept telling him to come to my house (across the street) to meet my other half. He was so eager saying, "Let's go meet your husband." So I led him over and he started following me downstairs to the basement and I looked back and I could tell he didn't believe me. Then I realized he must think I made it up to get him to do something to me in the basement well much to his surprise and disappointment he was there.
For a week I was worried he'd come in my house when I wasn't home and wait for me, but he was so drunk he doesn't remember. That's what I think anyway.