Alcohol has the ability to make us do things we would never do, and make us think things we would never think. I want to blame alcohol for the events that took place that fateful night that I will share with you. It is sad really, when you lose your brain and cannot seem to find it as it is swimming in your mind. I knew Eric was outside, but I was inside, with this guy name Will. He was cute and I knew he liked me, for some reason my brain told me that it was okay to kiss this guy and hope that Eric will see.
I was angry, Eric had not spoken to me at that party and I was starting to lose it. My thoughts were not working right so I grabbed Will and I kissed him. He was okay, I was only using him. My sister dragged me into the bathroom and I poured my thoughts out, “Eric hates me.”
“He saw you and whistled and told you to go and say hi! You are just drunk and stupid to notice anything.”
“Oh.” Was all I could say. I went outside forgetting Will and found Eric, he seemed a little distant, once again playing those stupid little games. We were all getting ready to play a game of beer pong and Eric went inside to get the booze. Will found me and wrapped his arms around me, “Yes.” I had him right where I wanted him and started making out with him. Eric came out and saw me, “perfect,” I thought. This would make him jealous and he would want me back. Wow, was I wrong!
Eric could not look me in the face the whole night, so I followed him around, making him look me in the face. He said, “ I cannot believe you did that, I would have never made out with a girl in front of you.” I could not make sense of anything, my mind was to foggy, he was mad , but mad was good, right? WRONG.
I managed to stay with him that night, we did not have sex, but I knew he wanted to. I was just happy, I had him right where I wanted, and it seemed like he had forgiven me for kissing Will. We cuddled and fell asleep. I woke up the next morning, in his arms, hangover had not hit me yet, but everything was perfect. We woke up, I looked into his eyes, he looked into mine, and he said the most romantic thing I had ever heard: “I can’t believe you didn’t fuck me last night.” I was ready to die.
He basically kicked me out at 7:30 in the morning. Clothes in hand, walking the walk of shame. Yup, he was the biggest gentleman in whole world, NOT. I wanted to throw up, I felt so low and disgusting, I could not even look myself in the face.
Till next time.