I may regret this post…

I may regret this post after I wake up but I will not delete it.

I spent all night getting drunk in a local bar.

I ran into a girl I’d met once or twice before. She reminds me of a girl I used to know, but she’s taller and cooler and prettier and funnier. After I ran into her, I spent part of my effort at getting her drunk, too, and trying to make her laugh, and trying to get her to come home with me.

I think I would have succeeded, except the bartender cut me off. I’d only had 7 drinks. And they were weak drinks, too. But even though I told her I was walking home, that I didn’t even own a car, she would not serve me any more drinks. I guess 7 drinks in a 4 hour period is too much. Hucking fell!

Once I got cut off (FUCK! It’s been a long time…) I lost momentum, and the prettier, funnier, cooler girl lost her enthusiasm. I could see it in her eyes. I had to make one more play for her, though.

I looked at her and said, “I totally want to go somewhere after the bar closes and talk and laugh and drink with you some more. But,” I said wistfully, “I’m afraid I already know what the answer is.”

She looked at me, and smiled, and looked down, and I knew that my guess was correct. “I just want to go home and sleep,” she said. “It’s been fun, though.”

It had been fun, and I told her I would remember this night for a long time, and before I could get too maudlin I got up and walked out the door, and didn’t look back.

But I did get her email address earlier in the night… again (I’d lost it the first time I’d asked her, but that’s a whole ‘nother story).