Party

This is a story that happened to me last summer, it was definitely a more awkward time of life, but that's besides the point. I just really hope I never repeat this same mistake again cause I could be in a lot of trouble if I do.

So last summer, I hung out with a lot of friends, graduation parties, hang outs, stuff like that. A long time friend of mine invited me to a party over in another town. I guess it's where he used to live and it's a place where he keeps in contact with a lot of old friends and every now and again he'll go out and have fun with them. I wasn't doing anything that night so he invited me along. I like social interaction, so I decided to go out with him.

It's about an hour away and we're just talking in the car and stuff but we get there alright. I guess I'm the new guy to the party and everyone else knows each other. I introduce myself around, get acquainted, talk to some people, loosen up.

Time passes by and we get some pizza and some soda pop, eat, drink, be merry. Some people play music, we listen, nothing too out of the ordinary really. Now, I'm not a player by all means, and I'm not trying to make myself sound like one, but being a single guy, whenever I go out and meet new people, I see if there are any cute girlies around. There were indeed a handful. Then it's just being able to get down on whether they're single or not.

At this party, it was quite convenient to tell who was single and who wasn't. The girls who had boyfriends were usually with them the entire night, holding hands or straddling them at some point in the night and making out with said boyfriend. The single girls were highly flirtatious and wore revealing clothing for the most part. It's a pretty wide open filter.

As the night goes on, one of the single girls starts flirting with me and I start flirting back. Long story short, she eventually starts to come onto me and we start making out. Feels good man. At the time. Hung out with her for most of the night after that, talked and stuff until I had to leave. Without exchanging phone numbers. Feels bad man. Until some new information was brought to light.

When my friend and I were on our way home, he was silent. Not like one of those, "I'm tired" silences, but he just had this scowl on his face like he wanted to tell me off. I didn't want to push it or anything, so I just waited for him to say something and listen to some music on my Mp3 player. After about a half hour he finally spoke.

"You realize you're not going to that party ever again right?", he's mad brah.

"Why? You just jelly that you didn't get any from a cute girly?", I decided to poke at him a bit. I figured that maybe that was a girl he liked or something.

"No. It's cause that girl was 14 you sick fuck!"

"...Wait? What?""

"Yeah, she was 14 you pedophile!", I can see why he was upset, I was pretty disgusted with myself at that moment.

"What the hell!? She didn't tell me! And what the fuck man!? You didn't tell me! You couldn't have just tapped me on the shoulder and been like, 'hey dude, she's 14'".

"..."

Needless to say, I didn't want to go to that party again after that. Fucking jail bait. For the record, I was 18 at the time, so it wasn't as bad as it could've been, but it was still awkward as fuck. It was at that moment I was very glad that I didn't get her phone number and I didn't give her mine. I learned a valuable lesson that day. Always ask for an ID.