How I ended up sleeping with the best friend of the guy I’m sort of kind of dating.

My first sexual experience with someone who was not my boyfriend! It was everything I had hoped it would be and more. Not really, though.

Jump! You know you wanna~

So, we all know J. This is the guy I liked a couple years back who has all of the sudden started pursuing a relationship with me. It’s still very vague and undefined. He left on Wednesday to go back to America to finish up school, so that has made the situation even more vague. Last weekend, when I went out with Teasing Korea, J brought along his best friend [let’s call him Seattle] to join in the fun. He went to international school in Seoul and attended university in Washington, so his English is practically native. He was fun and I really enjoyed meeting him. He asked J if it was okay if he asked me for my number because we live close to each other and he wanted to hang out with me. 

So, he and I make plans to drink in Bundang last night, and that is what we did. We found this awesome Izakaya place that was small and comfy, and began pounding the soju. After one bottle or so, J calls me using FaceTime and the three of us chat and laugh and such. After hanging up, Seattle and I talk about how cool J is about he and I getting together, and he remarks that even though he and J have been best friends since elementary school, if he really liked a girl he would never let a situation like this happen. Ouch. That kind of stung, but it’s true. 

J keeps messaging me and I admit I am pretty drunk. Seattle and I start playing drinking games and the punishments become sexual things like our favorite positions, threesomes, most interesting place you’ve ever had sex, etc. To be honest, it felt like we were just two friends sharing information. I had no interest in sleeping with him. Until the third bottle of soju.

He says something about us going back to my place. I tell him that it’s not clean. He says he doesn’t care. We make a deal to NEVER tell J, because then both of us would be screwed, although this was more for his benefit. I’m just the half girl friend, he’s the best friend. We get in a cab and go back to my place. Clothes start coming off, and things happen. 

I know I was drunk, so my perception of time is off, but he seriously lasted MAYBE ten minutes. Not okay. I actually started laughing when he finished. Not joking. A minute or two later, I realized that the condom had broke and I started freaking out. I told him that he should go, and he did. I can’t remember if him leaving was awkward, but I half kind of remember it might have been? Sorry, my drunk memory is getting the best of me. Needless to say, I got the morning after pill an hour ago and I’m settling in for a comfy day at home, Skyping with J.