So normally, I wouldn't post right now but..

I went over to Amber's last night for "one last hurrah" before I leave for Massachusetts. She, her boyfriend, Davyn, and Dylan (not my ex Dylan) were all there just getting tipsy and having a few laughs.

First of all, I don't think I should have had anything to drink at all; I'm not sure that it's a good idea with my treatment and all but.. that being said, I did. I had a few shots (Goldschlager is awesome), a couple of spiked Mike's.. needless to say I was pretty far gone because I haven't really been eating anything. But this isn't where the story lies, oh no...

So Amber's boyfriend, James, is a very friendly drunk. I mean, a very friendly drunk. He was even worse off than I in terms of alcohol intake and kept wrapping his arms around my waist, grabbing my hips and pulling me toward him and so on, always when poor Amber wasn't around, of course.

Eventually, Amber is drunk-dialing someone (whom I talked to as well; I didn't know him in person, but he seemed like a pretty cool guy), and James pushes me into a corner and starts talking to me. He rambles on and on about love and how his long-distance relationship (he moved here from Japan) didn't work out and why, told me that he didn't think that he and Amber would last (!!) and that he was just "on the rebound" with her. So, I'm just standing there nodding, sipping my drink while this is all being drowned-out to anyone else's ears by the thumping of bass in the adjacent room. And believe me when I say that he had me cornered and would not allow me to get away (despite various attempts).

Finally, I say I'm going to go take a shot, duck quickly under his arm, and head toward the kitchen. He says "oh, I'll take one with you!" steps in front of me, and starts going that way as well, but then "stubs his toe" (I realize only now that it was probably a ploy) and kind of falls down in a heap right in front of the bathroom door. The hallway is narrow, so I can't get around him but, because I'm just this kind of a person, I wouldn't have stepped over him and continued anyway. Of course, I lean down and pat him on the back, ask if he's okay and all that.

Then he grabs onto my legs and hugs them, saying something like "I would never cheat on Amber or anything" then he stands up, looks at me and says "I'm just a flirty drunk." Now, this is where the story should end, but it doesn't. He then puts his arms around my waist and pulls me against him hard, pushing me into the bathroom and halfway onto the counter. He brushes my hair away from my face and neck, presses his cheek up against mine and whispers "And I think you are, too." At this point, he's running his hands up and down my body, grabbing my butt, and kissing my neck.

So, I'm drunk and significantly incapacitated, but not stupid, so I keep telling him "no, no, no" and try to push him away. I finally manage to get my hands on his chest and gain some leverage, so that I can shift his weight off of me a little, I look him straight in the eyes and say "I'm not going to do this to Amber," duck under his arm again and manage to get to the kitchen, despite his various attempts to pull me back.

This is where it really gets sticky. As I round the corner from the hallway/bathroom we were in, there's Amber sitting on the floor a few feet away. I can't imagine that she didn't hear something and assume the worst. I didn't bring it up to try to clear my name because I wasnt lucid enough to do any explaining. I'm pretty sure that she thinks that I was doing something with her boyfriend, because she didn't talk to me much for the rest of the night. Damn it.

The worst part is that James didn't. give. up. after this. Later on, I went to see if Amber was in her bedroom, but she wasn't. He was there instead. So what does he do? Grabs my arm as I turn to leave, pull me into the room and onto the stupid bed, again putting his stupid hands all over my body. Here's the best part: about sixty seconds after he does this, Amber walks into the room, right as I'm standing up to "make my escape." Again, it probably totally looked like I was willingly doing something with him.

At this point, I told Davyn and Dylan what was going on and asked them to just keep a passive eye on him; not to let him disappear while they weren't sure where I was. Yes, he kept cornering me, grabbing me and stuff. There were a few times when Davyn or Dylan had to pull him/push him off of me (and for that, I thanked them immensely; my heroes).

Ugh.. I didn't have a chance to explain to Amber because I had to leave at 8:00 this morning and she was passed out in her room. Now I have to figure out how, when today I have to go to a rugby game (I'm the SRFC cheerleader today), finish packing, et all, how I'm going to squeeze in going to get coffee with her so that I can try to explain what happened and that she deserves someone better than him.

My life is like a soap opera.

Edit: Oh, now she's not talking to me. This is just perfect.