Last night I managed to achieve a ridiculous high level of intoxication. I forgot how necessary socks are when eight or so inches of snow cover the ground. I also forgot the importance of proper winter time footwear and proceeded to be overly confident in my snow bank climbing abilities despite the absurdity in my choice of shoes. I ended up on my behind on more than one occasion, I of course blamed my leather-soled ballet flats and not my inebriation. Logic ceases to be important after drink number five.
A boy slept over but do not worry, I transform into a prissy prude when drunk. Something about not wanting to be "that girl" or maybe I just like being a tease, I don't know. He called me 'standoffish', definition: somewhat cold or reserved, on at least five occasions. I was relieved. At least he has figured this out now. I wonder if he'll call again or run far far far away. I find it really impossible to read him so I just do not know, therefore I will not waste energy replaying various moments of the evening in an attempt to find some sort of meaning. Okay, that is a lie, I will so do that. I have so been doing that all day.
I will now take on the formidable task of studying for my exam in US Policy towards the Middle East even though it is pretty much the last thing I want to do on a chilly Saturday evening.
2 comments:
I always thought that calling someone 'standoffish' is pretty lame. Maybe this is because there doesn't seem to be any adequate reply to the claim.
It is kind of an odd thing to say to the pretty girl lying next to you in only her underwear that was moments before making out with you with the lights on.
So, yes, in that context it is particularly lame. When I am accused of being standoffish I usually agree and ask so what. In this case, I wasn't exactly sure what he wanted me to be instead so I just gave him a funny look.
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