First meeting him, he was a quiet nice guy and fairly attractive so kudos to her. As the night went on apparently he was doing shot after shot of whiskey (it being an open bar). I spent most of the night on the upper deck, and he would appear on occasion. Suddenly, I became his best bro to the point that another person I know commented that she was confused. She thought I had just met him, but the way he was acting was that I was his best friend. I told her this was the first time I had ever met him. At the end of the night, we were disembarking and he was near the exit. Now, he was really wasted. He came up to me and put his arm around my back, then started rubbing my back. He said something about nice to meet me and the next thing I knew he had a handful of my ass. I kind of just went with it. i mean, it was a cute dude, and I’m not made of stone here. I enjoy it when cute guys grab my ass. I had also witnessed him very hands on with another gay guy at the party. My friend, his girlfriend, was also pretty drunk so I guess I gotta tell her that her boyfriend gets a little bisexual when he’s drinking. Well, maybe not quite bisexual, maybe bi-curious.