August 12, 2014
So Saturday was my birthday and people got me some presents, but they respected my wishes and didn’t do anything big. I went out for lunch with my parents because if I didn’t see my mom on my birthday, then she’d get upset. My aunt tagged along because she was visiting from out of town. She kept pointing out steak and pork and chicken dishes for me and I had to keep saying that I’m vegetarian. Finally it sunk in and she said, sounding very Italian, “what’s wrong with you, you don’t eat meat, a man should eat meat, you need meat.”
“I don’t need meat.”
“Maybe you should have some meat, Valente.” My mom out of nowhere decided to reconsider my vegetarianess.
“I don’t need meat, Mama.”
I decided on pasta primavera, because at least it was Italian and that satisfied my aunt. For dessert, they had the staff of the restaurant come over and sing to me. There’s the center of attention thing that I don’t like, but it was a thoughtful gesture.
Other than that, I got Gary Oldman (II) some new toys and treats because it was her birthday too, and I took the night off from work to spend the day and evening alone. It feels like it’s been a long time since I’ve had solitude of any quantity and/or quality. I was feeling pretty good about myself, confident, assured in my accomplishments and responsibility, so I believed I was capable of going into a bar and not drinking. I just wanted the bar scene, it’s been so long. There’s something comforting about it, being surrounded by people who are having a good time, some of them acquaintances, many of them strangers, and myself alone seated at the bar watching them all, getting perspective on things. Yet usually I’d be drinking whiskey or beer or both and I’d end up shitfaced and my perspective only involved being able or unable to present myself sober, while others probably saw me as drunk off my ass. Perspective.
Anyway, I was good, I didn’t drink, and that was awesome. I sat at the bar and I got apple juice and tonic water on ice, which is as close to whiskey as I could think to have. More tonic water than apple juice though because otherwise it would be too sweet. I didn’t want nonalcoholic beer because it’s too close to the real thing, and like I said before, there’s an element of dissatisfaction with it. Since it’s so close, there’s the anticipation of the alcohol in your blood which just isn’t there. Being in a bar with that lack of gratification wouldn’t be a good idea. But yeah, I was good, I didn’t drink, I was teetotaling Grimm.
Then this girl came up to the bar beside me to order a drink. She was pretty cute and while she was waiting for her Sex on the Beach, no pun intended, she glanced at me. At first it was one of those passive looks that girls give to guys in bars, which suggests they’re acknowledging a presence, but it’s more of a looking-right-through-you kind of notice. But I nodded a subtle greeting and then her eyes allowed her to see me and she kind of lit up and said, “hi!” I turned to be sure she wasn’t talking to someone behind me because it seemed she was addressing someone familiar, but no, she meant me.
She stayed and talked to me for the rest of the night. At first I gave her my stool, then I sat when the one beside her was available. We talked and flirted, and she drank, and I didn’t. Her name was Megan. She seemed ok for a while, as in holding her liquor. I didn’t notice how much she was drinking. Then she stood because I said I wanted to go out for a smoke. She stood and it all hit her and she was instantly and intensely intoxicated. Before I had a chance to stand, she fell over into my arms, only because I had to catch her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her body into mine, then whispered in my ear that she wanted to fuck me. Of course I was tempted, because how can that not make a guy horny? But she was really drunk and I was completely sober, so that didn’t seem right. I had her sit back down, but her drunkenness kind of made her an instant slut. She began rubbing my legs and said, “you work out, I can tell, your thighs are rock hard.” I mumbled so she couldn’t hear, “that’s not all that’s rock hard.” But she heard me, oops. She laughed and was like, “ooooh” and she started groping me and trying to undo my pants, so I had to move her hands away. She said in that very loud drunk voice people get when they’re saying something no one else around them should hear, “you are sooo hard!” Then she was feeling my arms and she made me stand up. At first, I was like no, I’m not standing, but she wouldn’t let up so I did. She lifted my shirt and began feeling my stomach. All the while I was just kind of taking it but at the same time deterring it from becoming too excessive. But then she stopped two girls passing by and insisted they feel my abdomen. I had three girls feeling my abs, it was like a freakin’ porn, so I pulled away because I was really hard and I didn’t want to lose myself.
The girls finally left when Megan said, “ok now stop touching him, he’s mine.” Then she proceeded to wrap her arms around me and feel my ass. She was like, “you can tell how good a guy is in bed by his ass. I can tell you’re a good fuck.”
That’s when I was like, all right let’s find your friends. We searched the bar and asked around and it seemed her friends left. I told her to call or text them, but apparently they had her purse with her cell in it. I had walked there, it was over an hour walk, and I was planning to take a taxi home, so I couldn’t drive her anywhere. But I said I’d get a taxi to get her home, and I’d ride with her to be sure she got there safely. She said she didn’t want to go home. I suggested a friend’s. She said, “no, let’s go to your place.”
I had the bartender call for a taxi and we had a smoke outside while we waited for it. At first she took her shoes off and she shrunk about 5 inches. She only went up to my armpit. But she still had a hard time standing so I sat on the pavement beside her, leaning against the building. I figured once we’d get in the cab we could drive a little and I could get her address out of her. But she passed out while we were driving. Out fucking cold. So we went to my place, I picked her up over my shoulder since I still couldn’t wake her, and carried her upstairs to my apartment.
I laid her on my bed with a bucket in case she had to puke and a glass of ginger ale, then I went out on the couch to jerk off and crash as soon as possible. All the roomies were in bed since it was nearly 3am by then. About an hour later, she started puking, and she puked for a few hours until she fell asleep and stayed asleep. We were in the bathroom at that point, both sleeping on the floor. I had dozed off after her. About 8am I woke and carried her back to my bed, then went back on the couch, but Pete and Cola were getting up. I told them what was going on and I went in Pete’s room to sleep. And that day, the day after, is another story altogether. Until next time…
My theme song for this journal entry is “Last Nite” by The Strokes.
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