why you try to steal my baby's mommy
as you can imagine, i don't remember much else from last nite. don't know what happened to those 2 drinks i had in my hands - though it's probably safe to say, I drank them. don't know if i stuck around and continued to make an ass of myself - though it's probably safe to say, I did. i have no answers. but i did want to clarify a few things for anyone who may think i'm just some sleazy drunk (which i may very well be) who hits on already-hitched girls with babies.
and yes, i was drunk and sometimes i am a drunk; so, we're just dealing with the sleaze factor here...
ok - when frania refused her drink and said she had a 6 month old that she had to go home to - why didn't i take that as "not interested. leave me alone." ?
well, was there a reason to?
she didn't follow her statement by flipping me a bird, or telling me to "fuck off!! douche bag!!" plus i like kids (especially my niece). and there was something in the way she said it that kind of struck me. it was something that needed to be said. i started thinking she's probably said it a million times to a million different guys and she's used to them just bolting for the door. not me. after she turned down the drink and told me about her son, i think i just smiled and said... "ok," understanding her situation. i drunkenly day-dreamed of going back to her place; sitting down at a small table in her kitchen under a dimly lit bulb; having a quiet, light-hearted conversation while sipping warm tea from a couple of mugs. avery sitting on her lap. we're exchanging googly faces at one another.
yeah, that was it. pretty wholesome. i'm sure part of me wanted something else - my lower part. but geeze, i ain't really as bad as i seem or may make myself out to be.
so, i followed her to the bar to talk some more. i was intrigued. i asked about her son and if she was "still with the guy?" more as clarification on her parental status, rather than marital. my problem is i have NO TACT. none, whatsoever!! and GOD-AWFUL TIMING. and i'm BLOODY FUCKING HONEST TO A FAULT. mix that all together and people don't know what to make of you.
one of the last things i do remember asking frania, after realizing that i must be coming off like a sleazy drunk, was - "you know i hope you're not offended or anything?" to which she replied, "no. not at all."
so there!!! i'm not so bad. am i?
and yes, i was drunk and sometimes i am a drunk; so, we're just dealing with the sleaze factor here...
ok - when frania refused her drink and said she had a 6 month old that she had to go home to - why didn't i take that as "not interested. leave me alone." ?
well, was there a reason to?
she didn't follow her statement by flipping me a bird, or telling me to "fuck off!! douche bag!!" plus i like kids (especially my niece). and there was something in the way she said it that kind of struck me. it was something that needed to be said. i started thinking she's probably said it a million times to a million different guys and she's used to them just bolting for the door. not me. after she turned down the drink and told me about her son, i think i just smiled and said... "ok," understanding her situation. i drunkenly day-dreamed of going back to her place; sitting down at a small table in her kitchen under a dimly lit bulb; having a quiet, light-hearted conversation while sipping warm tea from a couple of mugs. avery sitting on her lap. we're exchanging googly faces at one another.
yeah, that was it. pretty wholesome. i'm sure part of me wanted something else - my lower part. but geeze, i ain't really as bad as i seem or may make myself out to be.
so, i followed her to the bar to talk some more. i was intrigued. i asked about her son and if she was "still with the guy?" more as clarification on her parental status, rather than marital. my problem is i have NO TACT. none, whatsoever!! and GOD-AWFUL TIMING. and i'm BLOODY FUCKING HONEST TO A FAULT. mix that all together and people don't know what to make of you.
one of the last things i do remember asking frania, after realizing that i must be coming off like a sleazy drunk, was - "you know i hope you're not offended or anything?" to which she replied, "no. not at all."
so there!!! i'm not so bad. am i?
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No. Not so bad at all. Honest and trusting, without a lot of shame holding you back from sharing. This is a good thing.
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