Last night I walked a drunk girl home...

[Bonobo]

This will sound sort of like a Penthouse letter, but it really happened last night.
I was throwing out the garbage and about to walk back in the house when a drunk girl comes stumbling down our alley -she was weaving back and forth a lot. There had been a festival that night with lots of drinking.
We live on a small island and the "streets" are more like very narrow alleys.
Anyway, I asked her if she was okay and she said not really. I think it was her that asked if I could walk her home.

She was so drunk that she really needed some support, so I took her by the hand and walked her back to her house about 3/4 of a mile away. On the way, she was upset about something, apologizing for making me go to the trouble, saying how nice I was, on and on...like a drunk-ish person.
On the 20 min. walk, we talked -where she was from, etc. I got her name, she asked what I was doing on this little island, etc.

Halfway there, she said she needed to take a break, so asked if I would sit and have a cigarette with her. I found a nearby bench and we sat --it turned out she didn't even have cigarettes so it made it pretty obvious she was hitting me, especially after we sat down and she put her head against me and sort of leaned over close to my lap and looked up at me. She was upset about something to do with how her sister was cuter than her... kind of insecure and crying a lot. I comforted her by telling her that she was attractive and that we all have our little insecurities, etc. --AND I IGNORED her clear attempts to offer herself up to me. She was 33 and I am 46 and I would be lying if I didn't say I was tempted. She was tall and slim and looking pretty good I must say.

Anyway, I walked her back to her house and she hugged me several times and then surprised me with a kiss right on the mouth. Wow. I gotta say it has been a while since I had something dropped in my lap like that... but I totally resisted the temptation and left her at the doorstep and walked home like a champ and a gentlemen having done the right thing by doing nothing. Also, I left her feeling better and did my best to cheer her up. I was warm and kind and did all the right things.

My head was up high and I was proud of myself. Had great sex with the wife after I got home (as we often do) but I have to still admit that I wish I could have cloned myself and let my bad self do what IT wanted to do while my good self did what I wound up doing.

It was such an unusual experience on this little island for me, a 46 year old short guy who hasn't exactly felt very sexy since I put on 20 pounds in the last 3 years. But I wanted to share here, in a way to say to the lurking women folk, we're not all rapists and yes, sometimes we DO do the right thing (in fact, maybe MOST of us do, who knows?)