Monday, January 7, 2013

Boyfriend kisser

Vodka makes me kiss men back when I know they have girlfriends.

I'm that girl again?

I'm not that girl.

He started it.

This guy I know. The one from the Christmas party whose girlfriend I met and thought was lovely and I saw him the other night, and I thought, Did they break up? because he kissed me. He kissed me.

I am appalled by my behavior right now. Obviously. Obviously? I'm fighting those demons, that girl from long ago, that one who did this sort of thing every other day. Kissing doesn't kill. Kissing a taken man causes unnecessary drama and hurt.

It's all really fuzzy though. I drank too much. He had a girlfriend last I saw him. He kissed me.

He still has that girlfriend. I confirmed it after the fact.

I think this makes me a terrible person, a terrible person walking down the street next to you mere mortals, a terrible person standing in front of you at the coffee shop, a terrible person looking you in the eye right before she let's your boyfriend kiss her.

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