Moral Question: What Would You Do?

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Backround:There is this absolutely banging girl named theresa that lives down the hall from me in my dorm room. We never really flirt much unless she is drunk…but on those occasions she flirts with everybody. Her and my roommate are friends and he has a very big crush on her.
9 30 pm I was in my suitemates room chillin when I went back to my room to find this girl just plopped over on the floor in my room. I said " Can I help you". When she looked up I realized it was this Theresa who was obviously drunk as hell as she got up and stumbled around. I sat her down next to me on my bed and asked her what she was doing on the floor in my room. She said she had just come by to say “Hi”. She then told me that she had this very intense dream. I said what about…but she wouldn’t tell me. She then told me she had to leave and she stumbled out of my room. I then get an instant message in all garbled letters asking. “Did I leave my phone in your room”. I looked around and saw it and typed “yea”. She didn’t respond so I just grabbed the phone and went down to her room.

When I walked in she was lying on the floor in nothing but a leopard skin thong. It was an awkward situation. She was like " I am sooo drunk!" I placed her phone down chatted with her for a bit, offered to help her to her bed…She declined, I wasn’t going to attempt to take advantage of her so I left.

Anyway, we had hung out a few times since then but I never asked about the dream …till I brought it up the other day. She got all flustered and red faced and was like" I am so embarassed" . But she eventually admitted that it was a sex dream about me. But she wouldn’t go into any details. I told her “well you know…Freud said your dreams are really your hidden desires”. She said “Yea i dont think so.” Which got me a little discouraged, this is only important the moral question because it gives an air of mystery as to whether she wanted to have sex but was to drunk…or didn’t want to have sex at all.

Anyway the moral question lies within…she is naked on the floor, leopard skin thong…she is a 10 out of a 10 a perfect piece of 18 year old feminine beauty. Do you leave her be or pick her up put her on her bed and rail the shit out of her? Do you pick her up, put her on her bed and then try kissing her and going for it and see how she reacts? If yes, why? If no, why?

If your answer is No, would the answer change to yes, if you could pick her off the floor, have your way with her and then reverse time and go back to where you just walk out of the room?

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Haha … if I was drunk too I’d probably “choose” the latter. Sober I’d leave her alone. It seems more lusting than attraction. It’s just awkward then when they sober up and realize what they did. If you’re both drunk than no ones to blame but the alcohol.

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Billy,

To be honest, I’d probably get a good picture of her in my mind, send her to her room, then go in the bathroom and whack it.

Why?

Because she’s drunk. You are taking risks in this scenario that might result in consequences that aren’t worth the gratification of the sex.

Rule of thumb. Keep drunkards at arms length.

Now check this out. Do you really like her, would you consider a relationship with her? Or do you just want sex? If you really like her, don’t have sex with her when she is drunk, then, when she is sober, remind her that you didn’t take advantage of her while she was drunk, and if she’s anything to be admired, she will appreciate your good gesture and respect. If she really likes you, at that point she might throw you onto the bed, rip your new sweater off, and flog you to death.

Sound like a plan?

I’m not one to consider girls of easy virtue, so I can’t really say with any accuracy what I’d do. According to your narration, Theresa isn’t the kind of girl I’d be interested in, sober or drunk.

You’ve got to be careful, Billy, because women play games. They are constantly testing us and if you don’t do the right things, you forfeit any future you might have with her.

I tell 'em, “you can’t hustle a hustler,” wink at them, then walk away. Usually they come running at me.

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Well what if you could do the reverse time thing…would you have your way with her?

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I’ll tell you what. You build me a time machine and I’ll consider your question, mmkay.

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Why must it be a reality for you to answer the question? Afraid of what the answer might be?

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Fine.

I’d do her.

Happy now?

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…and now Billy’s off building a time machine instead of doing it the easy way.

[sigh]

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OOOoooooOo make me one.

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LOL.

And to what situation would you use the line “you can’t hustle the hustler”. What would the female in question say before that or do before that?
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I went to Crowleys(a bar) on Christmas eve with a friend to eat dinner and have a couple beers, well, Paul had a few, I don’t like beer and was struggling just to drink one.

It was the typical scene. Five guys to every one girl, the smell of cheap cologne filled the air, while some lame ass band played “Freebird” in the background. The women pranced around in their extra tight jeans while the guys all watched each other watching the girls watching the guys watching them. [laughing]

After dinner we made our way to the bar and sat down. I lit a smoke and glanced up at the big screen TV…hockey it was, and I had no option to change the channel. [sigh] But I promised Paul I’d go out with him(he calls me a chick “magnet”), so there I was.

Two beers into it, some drunk girl walks up and bumps into me. “Hi,” she slobbered, “what’s your name?” “What does it matter,” I replied. “If you want me to buy you a drink just ask me, don’t begin with these shallow games because I have no intentions on getting into your pants, so spare me the sales pitch,” I told her. She said that she was already buzzed and wasn’t expecting me to buy her a drink. Sure she wasn’t, but I knew this was her contingency plan, so I didn’t call her bluff. She pulled up a chair and said “you have a unique approach.” “What? It was you who approached me, my dear, try again.” At this point she was scratching her head. You see, Billy, I had already prevented any possibility to be hustled. Now, although I found this woman to be very attractive, I did not submit to this attraction haphazardly. I was cautious and critical of this woman, stopping her before she even got started.

Now, she had two options. To start anew, sober up, and ask herself if she was genuinely interested, or, remain a drunken debutante and select another victim.

What I did here, Billy, was rearrange her agenda. She was both insulted and complimented by my method. At the point where I called her, she would expect that I disregard her altogether because of her humility, but I didn’t, and instead of shunning her, I offered to buy her something to eat to help her sober up to drive home.

Any other one of these guys in this bar would have taken the bait, hook, line, and sinker, got her good and drunk, taken her home, and stripped what dignity she had left behind all that hair spray. I know better, I knew that under this facade was a very decent person, a person who didn’t really want to do it this way, but felt that she had to conform to the social pressures, get drunk and stupid so that she could say tomorrow morning that it was the alcohol that did it, to justify her actions the night before. She couldn’t just say, “hey, I find you very attractive, would you like to interact with me.” Instead, to remain morally consistent, she had to devise a plan that would both give her what she wanted while providing a legitimate excuse- “I did it because I was drunk.”

The “game,” Billy, has a basic format that can be plotted with mathematical precision. What the players don’t realize is that some of us are beyond such things and can spot it a mile away. Unfortunately for them, they are jeopardizing an otherwise reasonable human desire, to be both wanted and respected simultaneously.

You cannot hustle the hustler.

I wrote the book, and this is the short version.

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Very charming. Do you hate drunks or something because that’s how the scenerio came off?

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Alcohol is a catalyst for irresponsibility. I do condone drug use for the right reasons, and one of these reasons is as a medium for attaining awkward and peculiar experiences.

I find sobriety to be rather “boring” and simple. However, to use drugs as an “escape” from reality instead of as an enhancement of reality is wrong.

In my example, I showed a person who, rather than using alcohol to breach normal experience, used it to compensate for failed experience.

She was appalled at her reality, wanted to destroy it, rather than celebrate it and lavish in it. She was ashamed of her desires and wanted to cover them up while at the same time reaching them.

She did not say “I want him, and shall celebrate by releasing my inhibitions.” She said “I want him, but am ashamed of my desires, so I shall cover them up with such a release.”

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So did you fuck her or what? Kind of left us hanging there…because if you didn’t…you lose… the other guy who got her drunk wins…

Yea I am usually always the asshole with girls…its the confidence they love.

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I’m also eagerly waiting to hear some more chapters from your book De’trop.

Unfortunately Bill Walton didn’t teach me everything.

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That has to be the most annoying idiolect ever.

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This is none of your business, young man.

No. I’m kidding. No I didn’t “fuck” her(remember, Billy, a cuss word is the feeble mind’s attempt to express itself).

Nope, sure didn’t. My mojo was at zero. I wasn’t impressed, anyway, a fight broke out shortly after(some dude tried to smuggle out five glass beer mugs and got busted), and everybody got excited and discombobulated(what an odd word). We broke up and I couldn’t find her after things settled down.

I will say that I woulda if she sobered up and was consciously aware of her choice to have sex with me. But this woman wasn’t going to be sober until she threw up the next morning, I suppose. She was cute, but drunk, a potential Jekyl gone Hyde.

Yes, thank you, Metavoid, there’s an example right there.

Theresa would never approve of her behavior if she was there watching herself. She was indeed embarassed, and wagered everything on the hope that you would laugh with her and not at her. Shame can be neutralized if it is humored, and if you join her in laughter and reflection you put her at ease from the humility of the embarassment. First connection. And these moments we remember as the best.

But if we could do it differently, we would. There would be no teenage girls drinking so they can have an excuse to do what they want to do anyway. Sex would be okay and wanting to have sex would be okay. The only law and moral custom that should remain will be the statutory laws.

We’d have sexually satisfied teenagers and less liver problems.

Perfect.

We need, as Morrison suggested, “great golden copulation.”

It helps if she’s wearing a leopard skin thong, eh, Billy?

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No matter how you want to spin it alcohol is reality. It will always be enhancing it (not as far as health).

Using alcohol disables you from acting normal. You can’t have normal experiences with alcohol. Not if you’re drunk. Compensating for failed experiences is what everyone does.

You’re judgement of her is probably accurate but still you don’t know for sure. I know I use alcohol because I enjoy myself more that way. The arguement I always hear everyone uses against alcohol “you need alcohol to have fun” is true (not for everyone obviously). I mean I can have fun without it but when it comes to people I have social problems and use it as a catalyst for irresponsibility as you said. Because in my head I have too many standards and lack the will power to change my personality.

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She wasn’t embarassed that she was lying on the ground naked. She was embarassed that she had told me that she had had that sexual dream about me.

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I would be embarrised if I had a sexual dream about you, too.