13/2

So, hello. I've got you a story. I got drunk on Sunday. My first time being truly drunk. I want to forget stuff, mostly stuff I don't remember but that I was told I did. The good thing is that now I know what kind of drunk I am. I already knew, technically, but now I'm certain. I laugh a lot and... Talk A LOT. I doom myself. Everything went fine. I threw up, but the fact of not remembering it, makes it bearable. The real story is that I made some discoveries that made my past humiliation, again, bearable. Remember that crush I had on this guy that had a girlfriend, didn't have a girlfriend, had a girlfriend, broke up with his girlfriend and became boyfriend with a friend? Yes, him. I had the feeling he liked me, then he became boyfriend with this friend and I felt very humiliated and snubbed. I had the theory that at least for a moment (being drunk) he liked me. I was right. I really don't know if it just when he's drunk. Or if it's the fact of being drunk shows his true colors. The thing is that he was there. And it was obvious, he had a thing for me. And it's hard not to have a thing for him. But I'm totally sure about me and how I feel, as long as he has a girlfriend I'm going to respect that. And I'm just gonna boast myself. And let my ego lift up. He has a crush on me. It's kind of sad to think that maybe I'm the girl you have a crush on but you never choose to be your girlfriend. Like I'm not girlfriend material or something. And at the same time, it's kind of ok. I feel independent, confident and perfectly lonely. Well, that's it. Two stories, Blogger, what else do you want?