The next day we had lunch and then in the early evening he had to go to the hospital because he was on call that night. His girlfriend, A, had kindly arranged for another girl, B, to visit that night so that we wouldnīt be sitting around feeling bored.
Another long bender ensued. At about 2 in the morning, it somehow transpired that the girls were encouraging me to take my kit off. Or at least it seemed like that. Within minutes I was dancing around naked in front of A & B wearing only my 1920's style cap, a cravat and my socks. They really found it quite funny.
Unfortunately my friend didnīt when A called him to see how it was going at the hospital and, by the by, told him what had been going on. He went ballistic and was implacable.
The next morning I went out to buy ingredients for a gorgeous seafood risotto as a peace offering. When I returned, it was clear that there was no peace to be had. He ordered me out of the house immediately, shouting at me that I had abused his hospitality etc. I tried to protest that, if anything, it was alcohol-fuelled high-jinks and nothing else, and that certainly there were no sinister motives on my part. If I had wanted to seduce his, rather unappealing I must say, girlfriend, I would have found smarter ways to do it, I flatter myself to think.
Moreover, I didnīt even bother telling him that both A & B had ended up taking their tops off and that, in fact, they had ended up in bed kissing and fondling each other. I dumped my groceries on the floor and walked out of the door. I havenīt seen him since.
Fellow adequates, what do you think about this? Should I apologise (I already had several times, not that I saw much to apologise about)? Or should I forget about him, considering that he had always had a slightly conventional streak at odds with my own devout beliefs? Was I at fault?
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