Drinking makes me do silly things. It makes me lose all my senses and the next day, I feel like commiting when I'm reminded of what I did. But the party I went to on Friday night seriously pushed the boundaries for me and a certain friend. Don't get me wrong, it was a pretty great party. The house was nice, there was enough booze to get everyone considerably merry and I knew almost everyone there. I think people were slightly miffed though, I was predicted to drown my sorrows, having just broke up with someone a few days beforehand. But I was in my element, glad to be single and free to do whatever I pleased. Well, let's cut an very long story short: there was this guy at the party, Michael. I've known him for quite a while and recently, we've got a lot closer than we used to be. Anyway, we spent the majority of the night together and we ended up kissing a little. Maybe, a little bit more than that. Okay, quite a lot. And towards the early hours, everyone decided to sleep. So me and Michael grabbed a space in a bedroom and just as we're both on the verge of catching a few zzz's, the bedroom door opens and one of my best friends comes into the room, with a young blonde fellow that goes by the name of Lee. I'm just going to say this: she went home without her virginity and now I'm fucking traumatized, destined to spend the rest of my days seeing the image of those two getting it on every time I close my eyes at night. I shouldn't feel so bad considering what she did compared to me, but I have such high expectations of myself. I'm still surprised that I kissed Michael, I mean, come on. But I suppose you have to expect the unexpected. But I must have been pretty wasted. I can't say I don't like him slightly, because I do. He's a really sweet guy and he makes me laugh, apparently he likes me too. But I'm happy being an independant woman. I'm not prepared to commit or anything heavy like that. I guess all I can do is kick back and see what the future brings.
Peace out,
Bethany Louise.
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