There's a cute chick I work with and I've got loads of IOI's from her, eg. when I was opening 3 other chicks at a coffee shop while she was around she got jealous and came in between and pulled me out with a slight annoyed expression. we go out with other coworkers often for dinner/running/gym/etc. Unfortunately she's got a boyfriend who lives in a different town and whom I haven't met. I think she's hot and can tell she's attracted to me too.

Last night we were in the back seat while being driven back from a dinner with co-workers. She had a couple of beers, and I was hammered to the point I vaguely remember this. We were flirting pretty intensely, I was rubbing her back and waist, and we had our faces stuck on top of each other (not kissing cos this co-worker thing is frankly new to me and confusing). So after a few minutes of this I didn't resist any more and put my hands up to her breast and she asked me to stop. I stopped the breast thing. I few minutes later I puked and then passed out. I barely remember that later she and another coworker dropped me off at my place.

Now, I'm not sure if I should message her and talk about what happened last night and even if I should do that. I'd like to keep the heat between us on and play it right cos now it pretty clear to her that I'm into her. I also don't know how she feels about last night. Anyone got thoughts on this?

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rambonot

Dude if she was letting you rub up her shit AT ALL and wasn't drunk she is at least somewhat into you. The "going too far" part with the tit was a drunk mistake. Did you get punched? Maced? Called an asshole? You were a drunk bro that made a simple "whoops".

Be the Alpha by IGNORING and swallowing the alpha pride and apologize to her before she even has a chance to say anything. Something along the lines of "I was really wasted, I may have went to far, my memory is yadda yadda yadda" showing you're not usually a bad drunk shows humblenicity.

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