The first time you meet, when you enter the pub, when you approach her from across the street or the first time you see her since you got her drunk and took her home (especially then). Take the initiative.
He asked me why I was so vague, I fumbled some answer but deep down I’m thinking ‘because the barriers that I let down after 7 Red Stripes and 4 champagne cocktails have come smashing back into place, and they’ve brought re-enforcements, just in-case I thought I’d got away with it.’ You know the one…
You wake up and you’re vaguely aware of where you are (you paid for the cab), you recognise the boy with his back to you but why oh why is HE lying next to you? Your eyes adjust to the impending gloom, a heartfelt groan and a glance around the room confirm that, despite the rubbers on the floor, you’ve caught something, an STR.
It’s that feeling, that you’ve let yourself and more importantly, your body down. Beer goggles? Beer knickers.