Before I start, (for the fifth time or something) I just want to say that you have taken a lot of shit. Waaayyyy more than you deserve. You asked for advice and I gave you some. I don't know if it was what you were referring to as "real advice", but it was the best I had. By the way what is 'real advice'? (I am guessing it is the advice you wanted to hear) And you getting burned at the stake is another exaggeration you are so fond of, you weren't far off. What with people letting off their steam about ideals of moral ambiguity and sex just being sex or whatever, I am surprised you kept listening.
But your statements seem to belie one another. Let us take a look here, shall we?
Finally some common sense!
Okay how is saying Fabiola having a MTV show being a good idea "common sense"? Seriously! Don't answer, just trying to make a point. A little off topic but I just wanted to get it out there.
(yes, a fucking blowjob, let's put this in perspective, people. Christ, Bill Clinton didn't take as much shit as I am over this),
I'm going to do the right thing and follow the advice of a wise TMF member and ....
... post some pics of Fab and Selma (oops, I mean Paola, who by the way, is totally on coldneck's radar!)
Hey, I'm just a guy who was lucky/stupid/fortunate enough to be on the receiving end of pretty awesome blowjob at a party. Yeah, it happened to be my friend's new GF, but that sort of stuff happens, a lot.
...It does?
"If there's grass on the field ... Play Ball!!!"
She was so sexy I thought I was going to explode.
.... she proceeded to give me the most mind-blowing blow job I have ever had. Ever.
I'm not quite sure what exactly she did, but I know at some point she poured some of her cold drink on Little Elvis and crushed up some of the ice cubes in her mouth and then I lost track of everything including my name.
I almost passed out from the force of my orgasm.
You've been hit by, you've been struck by ... a smooth criminal. Ow!
So now I feel guilty as hell, but I can't get her, and that night out of my head.
I know this sounds bad, but oh fucking man, was it ever worth it!
Any remorse I have is drowned out by her super sexiness, and that laugh. It's haunting me.
If you believe all these things, and you are trying to convince us they are all so true: Why don't you just explain it to this Jeremy? I am sure you can calm him down by saying, "Hey, man, you know the rules: There was grass on the field; I was just playing ball!" He will certainly get a kick out of it! Then just explain how you didn't lie the other day. But to be clear:
Now you say you didn't tell lie, you just didn't tell your friend all of the truth; You stopped at the Austin Powers impression. Now I don't remember that from the original story (perhaps you edited it for space, or that it was kinda lame). But if you substituted that impression bit for what happened, you did lie. IF when she kissed you that was what said, and then you start 'kissing like your plane was going down' maybe we are all just splitting hairs about the lie factor.
Besides, now you are done with Fab. You are going after her friend! I am sure he will wish you luck on that one! And I bet Fab will be thrilled! And be sure to tell him, as you told us, that no matter what happens, "fucking man, was it ever worth it!" I am sure he will understand. I am sure that after you have attended another one of his high end, classy parties, compounded with the fact that he may have kissed the whole where your (and other guy's possibly since) dick has been, hearing you say the words, "Any remorse I have is drowned out by her super sexiness, and that laugh. It's haunting me." Will instantly dissolve any and all anger he may be feeling! Go get 'em, Coldneck!
Now I do want to address the concept that a lot of people have been bringing up: They were drunk, they were stoned, it was a party, neglectful bf. True. But, they both knew she had a boyfriend and who it was, booze doesn't erase that. They also started the flirting and tickling while sober, I think. But most importantly, if he was sober enough to remember, he should have been sober enough to stop. More importantly, if she was able to give him mind blowing head, which involved crushed ice cubes, I think she was lucid enough to know exactly what she was doing. You can use booze as an excuse only if you don't remember what happened. Just a personal rule. Not saying I am perfect. I am saying, if it were me, I would still feel responsible and not blame the booze. Not trying to sound holier than thou, I just think it is common sense.
Oh and speedbump (and or any of the others who got in page long interactions with rhiannon) and rhiannon should just
SCREW ALREADY! Seriously! Are you guys married? This was not worth bickering over! Chill!
And sorry primetime, no vote for you from me.