Embarassing story for your entertainment

Thought I had erased this one from my memory bank….my friends thought it would be fun to bring it up over a few beers last night...

At the end of November last year, I met this chick. We exchanged numbers and chatted by phone, but did not meet in person again for a few weeks because of our conflicting schedules. We had some great conversations and I was eager to meet her face to face. However, once we finally got together I was not interested. While I did not explicitly state this, I figured my lack of interest in getting together again should have given it away.

A week or so after the date where I decided I wasn’t interested, my roommate and I went to Roanoke to visit a friend and go out dancing. One thing I like about going out in Roanoke is that the people are friendlier than here in Richmond. The other thing I like about going out in Roanoke is that the drinks are stronger. I am not a cheap drunk, so strong drinks are appreciated. It takes a lot to get me drunk, so if the goal is to get drunk, I usually have to just pound a couple of drinks to get a buzz. So we started drinking at 8….first mistake…and I started off with redbull and vodka…second mistake. I don’t know why, but the drunker I get, the more I drink. It is hard for me to find a happy medium….I am either sober or toasted.

I remember dancing.....and then the next thing I remember is waking up fully clothed on my friend’s sofa.

I didn’t remember going home. And once I started talking to my friends, there was a lot I didn’t remember. I don’t remember grinding up on my roommate and the guy she had just met. I don’t remember telling him that he was lying about his height. I don’t remember trying to put my coat on inside out and backwards….and I don’t remember drunk texting….

I have only blacked out twice from drinking….the first being when I was 19 at the very first party I ever threw…apparently I tried to drink the entire keg…the above incident being the second. I was embarrassed enough about the things my friends told me I did and said. We discussed the events of the night, got some lunch, and then headed for Richmond. On the way home, I was going to send a text to a friend and went to my inbox for some reason. I noticed some messages from the chick that I had blown off. I didn’t remember chatting with her, so I opened them up for a closer inspection. One of the texts said ‘So does that mean I get another date :)’. The text had been read previously, but I did not remember reading it. So I decided to check out my ‘sent’ folder to see what she was responding to.

In my drunken stupor, I apparently thought it would be a good idea to text the chick. The series of texts went something like this:

Me: I made it to Roanoke and now I am drunk
Her: I am drunk too
Me: asdflkbjoijew – yes it was just a random combination of letters
Her: ?
Me: I love you
Her: So does that mean I get another date :)?

What the fuck! I will never know why my drunk brain thought it was a good idea to text those three words. I barely say those three words to people that I actually love. It took me a few minutes after reading those texts to actually admit to myself that it had happened. I barely new the girl and definitely didn’t love her. I don’t understand either why I could type perfectly in some texts (I even capitalized the first letter!) and yet I sent others that were completely unintelligible. Anyhow, I guess it was better than telling someone I was actually into that I loved them after just a few weeks. This chick, however, took it as a glimmer of hope rather than an indication to run the other way. It made it a bit harder to get rid of her (that sounds pretty bad, but I don’t know how else to put it).