Ok, so this is a message that's likely to cause quite a bit of controversy I'd imagine. Please bear with me and perhaps try to exercise a little bit of compassion before flaming me unbelievably...
Firstly, I'm going to give some background information. I'm 22 years old and in my fourth year of University, I've off on had two serious relationships, one prior to Uni and one during. I've been officially single for about 5 months, and in that time have radically come to realise that I'm generally considered quite unattractive, and this fact coupled with the fact I'm naturally shy makes me pretty useless with women in every sense. I simply do not know how to talk to women or have the confidence to approach them, mainly because when I have tried in the past I often receive a "why the hell are YOU talking to ME" look.
However, if I drink, I lose the first initial barrier (i.e. I no longer care that I'm unattractive) and therefore feel able to talk to women, so on nights out generally I'm able to pull without too much difficulty if I have a few drinks (nb. not get completely drunk). The problem is, if I drink too much (about 1 in 3 nights out, unfortunately), then I get severe memory loss. If I lose parts of a night out usually I know I behave bizarrely out of character and not like myself. It's almost a weekly occurrance that if I drink, I will end up forgetting at least one hour of a night out. However, without drinking, I feel depressed and pathetic because I cannot talk to/attract any women. Whereas I know many, many people on these forums moan about the fact they can't attract women - my situation is slightly different, I take every possible step to ensure I look as good as I *can*, i.e. I dress well, I'm well groomed, smell nice, but I'm simply not good looking.
The point about drinking brings me on to the first issue here - it is a problem. I've frequently done certain things I regret when drunk - but only when I can't remember. I often wake up after nights out worried to ask my friends what happened in the period I can't remember...
I was at a student night on Tuesday and was talking to a girl far and away 'out of my league', let's call her Susie. We'd gone out late, and as such I'd had many Double Vodka's to 'catch up' with the rest of the people that were out. However, they all simply kicked in at once, and my period of memory loss starts when i was in the club talking to Susie.
My friends inform me that nothing else really happened, except I was talking to Susie and some of her friends, dancing, the usual night out behaviour. When the club kicked out, apparently I was with Susie outside, my friends nearby, and she was trying frequently to walk away from me [this is part of the night I don't remember, and if it's true I'm particularly embarassed, worried and concerned about, remember - i'm stating what I have done is out of character] but I was trying to persuade her to stay, my friends have said that she would walk off but i kept hold of her arm and pulled her back, repeatedly for a few minutes. How bad I was being I'm not really sure, my friends thought it was funny [i.e. they laughed at me, rather than intervening], but they are particularly steretypically 'laddish' about certain things (hence, I feel too embarassed to ask them what may or may not have happened further, as I will NEVER hear the end of it). Apparently I kissed Susie, but she seemed particularly not interested and essentially pushed me off of her.
The next thing that I personally remember (i.e. I don't remember any of being outside the club) is being at a nearby takeaway with Susie, her friend and my friend. Susie was very very drunk, as I actually remember I needed to support her weight with my arm that was around her waist (please remember when judging me here, that I was easily as drunk as she may have been, Ijust don't fall over). We had gone in to buy food, and then were standing outside. Some of Susie's other mates pulled up in a taxi, her friend got inside with them as did Susie for a brief moment, then she came back outside the taxi and said "Are you not coming back with me?", I pointed out there was no room in the Taxi and she suggested we get another one, to which I agreed.
I don't remember much about the taxi ride, except for the fact we were kissing in the back of the taxi and Susie dropped chips all over the cab, and I was very apologetic (it's worth noting here that when I don't remember things through drinking, to other people I can still come across very coherent and make sense, e.g. I've made plans when that drunk with people and known nothing about them).
The next thing I remember is being back at Susie's house, where she proceeded to open yet another bottle of wine, whilst we were sitting downstairs talking to some other people in the house. I remember one of Susie's sober housemates (i.e. whom had not been out) telling me that I was repeating myself to her, i.e. asked her the same questions twice. Shortly after this (or so it seemed at the time), the other went upstairs to bed and Susie and I were sat drinking the wine. She said "I know this is cheesy but do you want to come up to see my room?" and up she went and I followed.
I don't remember much else about what happened, except minor details about the room, that I put a CD on, and that we'd drank at least 2/3 of the bottle of wine by this point. I vaguely remember us having sex, both still fairly clothed. I woke up at about 5.30, attempted to wake Susie but she was comatosed and realised I 'needed' to get home (irrational drunken logic, but from this point onward I remember what happened), so I left her a note with my phone number saying I needed to be in for an early lecture and put 'text me if you like', the main reason for this wording being that Susie was very good looking and I'm not and I figured she was unlikely to want to do this again; it was simply because she was very drunk she had.
I walked home (about 2 miles, as I had no money) feeling happy in the knowledge that I'd slept with an attractive girl (bear in mind that I had no recollection of the reprehensible manner in which I apparently first kissed her outside the club, or really the sex itself anyway). I got back home and went to bed briefly, as I did, in fact, need to be up for my lecture at 11.
About 12 I received a text from Susie, saying "Hey it's Susie. I'm sorry for my behaviour last night, whatever it was(!), I'm really not normally like that I was just very drunk. p.s. What happened between us? X."
I replied saying "not to worry about being drunk as she wasn't the only one, I was so drunk I was repeating myself to one of your housemates [as I DO remember that], and that I thought we'd had sex, and that it'd been unprotected [another sign of my ridiculous out-of-character drunkenness]."
That was 3 days ago, and I've not had a text back from Susie since that.
I've not texted Susie for the reasons I've already mentioned (i.e. her being far far more attractive than me) and embarassment/shock of what my friends have told me that I did outside the club, which I don't remember in any way. Surely it can't have been that bad/unrequited, if she invited me to go back with her? Although in all fairness, she appears to have been as drunk if not moreso than me (cf. me supporting her weight). Plus, surely if she wanted any further contact she'd have texted me back after the previous message (i.e. I presume her sober housemate I spoke to is likely to have pointed out I'm a minger, or suchlike).
Today, I've noticed that I appear to have a rash, which looks simply like candidal balantis (male thrush, I recognise the symptoms as one of my former girlfriends was particuarly prone to this when she was on the pill), I really hope it isn't anything more. I know for a fact I had no form of STI before sleeping with Susie as I had been tested for pretty much everything and got the all clear.
I wasn't going to contact Susie again (reasons above), though the whole thing has been preying on my mind and worrying me sick - what exactly I did or didn't do. The fact I don't really remember anything about whether or not we had sex (well, I suppose I definately know now that we did). Now it appear s that I may have to? Should I contact her about the rash? What on earth would you say to someone about that - especially as I'm assuming it's come from her?! Or even just to apologise further for the way I have acted? Remember that when I texted her back about 'what happened between us?' I had no idea about the outside of the club incident, I only remember being inside the club, the chippy, then her house (which, even in retrospect, looks like she definately wanted to do something with me (!)).
I'm embarassed worried and concerned about it all. The advice I would like is:
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Should I contact her again? if I do, how and what should I say to her? Given all the information above. Do I mention the rash?
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I know the simple answer regarding my behaviour when I'm very drunk (that i've forgotten) would simply be to 'stop drinking'. However, as I mentioned at the start of the post I simply cannot talk to women without having something to drink. Some nights I can drink all night and will be fine, no memory loss whatsoever and I'll stay in control. On other nights (such as this one) I wake up feeling mortified about what I've done and think I should never drink again.
Whether or not I lose control/lose memory is completely random, I've experimented with every type of food drink/spirit combintation I can - there never seems to be a cause I can isolate, it just happens, usually when I'm more relaxed and don't focus on making sure that I *remember* everything I'm doing...
Thanks for any replies, and while I know I deserve criticism for my actions you can be assured that I am my own worst critic and desperate to find a way of changing the entire situation, without sinking into a minefield of depression. I would really like to hear from people who can suggest positive ways this situation, and the drinking situation, can be positively rectified so I don't live in fear of drinking too much whenever I'm near alcohol.
and for the record, I'm already aware I show clear symptoms of alcoholism.
Peter.