I got so drunk that night that I was still drunk the next morning. By the time my king of hangovers kicked in at noon, I knew I had done something stupid. And that stupid thing wasn't the fact that I had consumed enought alcohol to shrivel my brain to the size of a walnut, no: it was much more...intimate than that.1
Yeah, yeah...you say. Another stupid girl ranting about getting drunk and sleeping with some man-slut. But this is different. Because it happened to me? Well, yes. But also because he wasn't a man-slut. He was a nice guy that was just in the wrong place (namely, a bar) at especially the wrong time (the same time as me).2
I get very...gregarious, I've been told, when I'm drunk. And apparently not very observant. Usually, alcohol takes away your fears...frees of your inhibitions. Is that the right word? I'm not sure. I'm not smart. Like Keith. Most girls, when feeling fearless (or when they are so drunk they are incapable of fear), they go for the good ones. The ones nobody else has the guts to approach. Of course, they make intoxicated fools of themselves. But I went for the loser of the bunch and somehow he ended up in my apartment.3
Yes, Keith the computer techie from little old Saskatchewan. What was I thinking? He had thick glasses and scrawny chicken arms. I have no doubt he wears SPF 50 on the beach! 4
Only thing is, no matter how badly I wanted to hate myself for sleeping with such a scrawny disgrace to the male population...I couldn't get his snorty laugh out of my head.5
I wondered how long he was staying in town. I wished that I wouldn't have been so drunk so that I could have got his number or something. 6
Believe it or not, this guy was growing on me faster than an agressive bacteria spreads in a sewer.7
He had stayed the night. He made his half of the bed in the morning and turned on the coffee maker for me. Now I don't know who does that after a one night stand. Obviously, he's a saint or something.8
Obviously, he's a weird looking geek who doesn't know how these things are done.9
Obviously, I'm a stupid girl who is too wrapped up in her screwed up life to see anything as it really was--is.10
Obviously, true love is blind.
Author notes
This is completely stupid, isn't it?
Esp the end....
How can she fall in love with "Keith" when the only time she ever interacted with him was when she was insanely DRUNK?
Am I a complete psycho for entering this? For even posting this? Am I being melodramatic?
I do not know my friend. So why don't you tell me.
I was going to enter this into a contest but I couldn't add anything else last night and now I don't remember what contest it was!!
What did you think? Please comment!
Comments
1 - 5 of 5
-
Well. I really don't know what to say. It must be the whole thing about it being from a chick's perspective. And me being a dude. It just is hard to get it. Oh, well. It was probably pretty good xD
-
-
Hahahaha....that's kinda disheartening.
It doesn't really make too much sense in general, though.
And I wrote it a longgg time ago for something,
when I wasn't really feeling particularily inspired...
So I'm not really hurt.
LOL.
-
-
i think you have a nice tone to your work. it was easy to read, and sounds like a mate having a chat!
the subject matter is funny and something i think a few people could relate to! its quite sweet as well, how she sees past the physical shortcomings, and notices the nice little things he has done, like making the bed and turnign on the coffee! great write! -
Haha. Thank you. It's so weird to hear people talk about what you've written like teachers talk about literature (ie: sarcasm to cover how the character really feel)...but it's good weird. It makes me feel like a real author.
-
i think this is really good, i really like the self-deprecating tone to this and the girl's sarcasm as a cover for how she feels. very funny but realistic too.
Adding your comment:
1 - 5 of 5
