I have been smashed every day of this past week (starting on Monday). I did not do anything really proud on Saturday of last week either. Actually, I did really shameful things.
In any case, I think it’s a problem when the person I made out with friends me on Facebook and all I can think of is, “I could’ve done worse.” At the same time, that means, “I could’ve done SOOO much better.” — I do remember trying to dance with one guy yesterday and he was like, “I have a girlfriend, but if I didn’t, I would totally dance with you.” Such empty words. That just made me embarrassed, well, as embarrassed as I can be when I am drunk (which I guess is not that much).
All I can remember about the guy yesterday, besides the fact that I tried to avoid him for half an hour but then after I finally caved and allowed him to buy me (and my roommate, who also took his drink) a drink, I was just like WTF, and I made out with him. I followed him to the top floor of the club and basically made out with him on a sofa. But I felt sooo shitty the next day, because I know I was not attracted to him. All I remember was his annoying voice, how he kissed like he was a skeleton, and how he was really rough. I remember saying at one time, “You’re too rough.” But he just kept on going with whatever he was doing. That was not considerate, and seriously, that tells me miles about a guy when he doesn’t listen to me.
And then later that night, when I went up to my room, my roommate was just like, “What is that on your neck?” And I realized I had a hickey. I texted him and was like, “That was so not cool that you left a mark on me.” And even though he gave me three texts apologizing, I still felt so shitty afterwards the next day.
But he just FBooked me. And like any other student stalker, I checked out his pictures. At least he’s not horrible. Not my cup of tea, but not horrible either.
I think what gets me the most is that his voice is not one I liked. And that he did not listen to me even if I did not tell him explicitly to stop. Guys are just supposed to know.
Thank god a good guy (he wasn’t even that close of a friend) took care of me the entire rest of the night. He was so sweet because he didn’t try to do anything. He just made sure I had enough water to drink. Even though he did try to kiss me once, he didn’t try to afterward, because I don’t think he wanted to take advantage of a drunk girl. Because he was one of those guys. It’s only so sad that we don’t have any good conversations when I am sober. I remember trying to talk to him once, really hard, because my friend told me that he thought I was cute. But it was so futile for me. In any case, what he did yesterday was extremely sweet and I am glad for it.
Well, I am actually tired of getting smashed every night now. I am not getting that smashed anymore.
By the way, if you can’t tell, I am a bit tipsy right now. Not drunk (because I don’t want to get to that stage again), but tipsy.

