Drunk

Okay, so I'm over the last boy I wrote about. He's cute, but that's it. I found out he has a girlfriend, and I'm done with guys with girlfriends. Second of all, I said that if I ever were to mess around with him, I would have to do it with his shirt on. There I went with lowering my standards again.


Yesterday, I came across this beautiful boy. Just my type. Light skinned, taller than me, medium length brown hair. He was wearing a white shirt, these slim black jeans, and black Doc Martens! It's like I had hit the jackpot. I was too shy to approach him; when it comes to meeting guys, I'm always shy. I asked my friend to go up to him and tell him I said, "What's up?" So ghetto. So high school. He replied with "I'm a big ladies fan, but thanks anyway." Usually I would be heartbroken over the rejection, but this time I was nonchalant about it. I was proud for at least trying, but if it didn't happen, then it didn't happen for a reason. That day I got some news that made me even happier than any guy could. I even enjoyed an awesome Big Mac by myself at the bus stop. At least I'm progressing with the idea of being alone. Or I'm getting better at fooling myself.


I'm trying to stop drinking. Drinking leads to bad decision making, but being sober is so boring. Although, I'd rather be bored than to put myself in dangerous situations. Or embarrassing ones. It's funny because on Saturday, at the bar, there was a thin, tall, clueless, drunk girl dancing all crazy. She reminded me of Squidward dancing, it was pretty sad. Everyone was making fun of her. Surprisingly, her boyfriend was there with her, seemingly embarrassed to be associated to be with her. My friend Pris, and I, kept at staring at him because he was attractive. He came and sat down next to us and he asked her, "Why are you staring at me?" At first it seemed as if he was trying to flirt, but then he wouldn't stop asking that question. What did he expect her to say? He turned out to be a big douche, which rid him of his attractiveness. We saw the couple fighting outside of the bar afterwards. How sad it looked like to be that girl.


I remember a few years ago, I went to this event in Little Tokyo, and it was one of my favourite places to go to. That place would always get packed, and there was usually a sea of attractive boys there. It was during my fake id days. I went inside to the indoor dance area, and there I saw something I hadn't seen before. A girl fucking a guy in front of everyone. It wasn't a sex show, this was drunk, public sex. People surrounded the couple and they were taking pictures. The girl was obviously too drunk to shoo anyone away. The show got boring so I headed outside. An hour later, I see the girl being dragged away by her girlfriends. I felt bad for her. That's one of the reasons I'm trying to stop drinking. I don't want to end up being "that girl." I know I talk like her, but I'm not her. Some of the situations I've gotten myself into end up in regret, but luckily there was no one there to take pictures.