you can't make this shit up: my past 2 weekends (part 3)

a story about the first time i hooked up with beatrice, the girl from part 1 of this (at least) trilogy. here comes the preface...
Preface: in the beginning of the year i hooked up with a girl (we'll call her betsy). she's an ok looking girl who is AMAZING at dancing and TERRIBLE at kissing. it was a mistake and she gave me a cold sore. i got a lot of shit about it from my boys. it was disgusting and i regret it. i could have dealt with either the cold sore or the bad kissing but not both... not both...

so the other night, i was in the AD bullseye (a room with a big bullseye shaped window) enjoying a dance party. then betsy entered the room. she has these eyes that look at you and just suck you right in. it's especially bad when you're drunk. she she got me with her tractor beam eyes and amazing dance moves and i was sucked right in. i'd dance with her until my boy justin would pry me off her. he'd be like "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?!?!?! YOU DON'T WANT THAT!!!" then i'd go right back to it. anyway, we were dancing and getting closer and closer, and justin was getting more and more pissed, and finally beatrice saw what she had to do. it was like in any action movie when someone takes the bullet for the president. it was all happening in slow motion. betsy was going in for the make out. i was dancing, unsuspectingly. beatrice, still in slow mo, yelled NOOOOOOOOOO in a silly deep voice and saved me. i was free from the eyes, and therefore, snapped out of the spell. HOLY SHIT! i thought to myself. i was making out with beatrice instead of betsy. thank god.