Like I have said in my previous post, my friends and I were pretty well known guys. But of the group, it was Josh and me that got most the attention. The ladies loved us for some reason. Perhaps because we carried ourselves well and kept clean. We had nice cars and dated pretty girls. What is not to love, right?
Josh had always had a girlfriend, but the girls loved this man. We lived together and I was 19, him, 18. We constantly had bets on who could get with the hottest girls. (Of our status level of coarse) Once we got them home, we would see who could get them to moan the loudest. Sometimes we would take it as far as holding them up against his bedroom door. Just so that he could hear her moan that close and loud.
Well this one night, me, Josh and Brad were making plans to go out to this night club and pick up some women. Or at least try. The night club was a 18 and over club. 18 to get in and 21 to drink. We had fake ID's so getting drunk was no problem. (Which later in life I got arrested for, but that's another story)
So we get to this club and end up seeing two girls we knew really well, Lauren and Laura. Try not to get the names confused, it's hard enough when you're drunk. So we are drinking and partying. Dancing was a must. The "pickins" were pretty slim. There apparently was something else going on. So we all left and decided to go back to mine and Jeff's house to party.
The five of us left together and went back home to party hard. When we got there Josh was trashed and passed out on the recliner. The girls were hungry and Brad didn't drink so he went to get food.
