kiss her back, of course. make the most of the moment.
Kiss her back with the same intensity she is giving me.
I would wonder if I was really that drunk that night that I did not remember her
Depending on her looks and the setting. In the super market, buy her a big steak. In the local pub kiss her back.
Kiss her back, what the hell
pull her close, and return the kiss passionately of course! you don't get those kinds of situations or opportunities that often!
Kiss her back and thank her!!! Maybe buy her a drink.
Gently break the kiss and ask her if she knew me.
Kiss her back! Unless she completely disgusted me for some reason. Id hold the kiss as long as she let me then ask why later.
kiss her back and squeeze that ass....
If I had not been drinking: I would feel intimidated and quite nervous. If she was hot I would let it continue. If she wasn't I would try my best to be diplomatic without hurting her feelings.
If I had been drinking: I would get stuck in and enjoy it. If she was hot I would let it continue. If she wasn't I might continue depending on how many beers I'd had.
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I would kiss her back and tell her I am surprised that she remembered me after all this time. Then notice her reaction.
regardless of her looks, i'd be like "WTF?"
I would kiss her back and certainly see where it would go from there....!
Ok - you wanted guy's responses . . . how about what happened when I did exactly that to a guy?
It might be surprising - but I wasn't drunk, under the influence - or anything of that nature. I was quite sober, very lucid.
My friends and I were hanging around. He was new to the group and damn, he was cute - I was horny as hell. He was looking at me off and on all evening, I mistook his looks for flirting. When he made some comment about jacking off and being lonely I threw myself at him like a sex deprived fiend.
I threw everything into it, too - if he reciprocated it would have been a hot-damn kiss.
But it wasn't.
He eventually got my attention, slowly gripped my shoulders and as nice and sweet as possible - he pushed me away and said things like "I'm really flattered that you think that of me, that's just great, it really is. I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression at some point in the evening. I really am sorry about that. I just don't find you appealing in that way. You're great, of course . . . "
and on and on - I felt like a shit. He probably felt just as bad for turning me down. Who knows - maybe when I first tried to jump his sexy bones he might have entertained the idea that it would get good . . . who knows!
But that's how a guy really responded - a negative with a side order of polite guilt.
Check my pockets then kiss her back as long as nothing was missing.