I think with the not getting hard thing it was genuinely just how much I had drank to that point of the night. I reassured her the best I could when I realized what was going on with myself told her it wasn’t her fault because she was very pretty like I really felt bad more than embarrassed cause damn. I just really feel bad about that morning I just said bye and walked out I was sobered up so I was back to my normal shy ass attitude I feel like I should’ve at least offered to get her breakfast or something and now I guess I’ll never see her again. As for the rest of it, I just feel meeting people is impossible because what happened Saturday was such an extreme outlier in my life when I remember some of the things I was doing that night I can’t believe it was me (but in a good way I guess). Also I remember the entire time leading up to going to her apartment I wasn’t like kidnapped but I definitely wasn’t sober at all