December 24, 2011

  • Boys suck. Boys and alcohol suck harder

    Last night, my older brother decided he was going to have company over for some drinks. He had asked me to invite some of my friends over so I had sent a quick text to the usuals. There really was only him, his girlfriend's brother and two of his co-worker. One of which had attended the same high school as us. 

    Anyway, the night ended up in somewhat chaotic state due to my brother throwing an uncalled for punch to his friend's friend that they'd met up down the street. I think they had wanted more company but instead my brother thought he was going to prove his alpha male status and pick a fight instead. 

    So they come back, things were settled and the party ended. All while this was happening, my friends and I were enjoying the random billiard that magically appeared in our other living room.  One by one, people drifted off to sleep and I somehow was left with that other friend who went to the same high school as us. He had challenged me to a game of billiard, and though I have zero skills whatsoever, I reluctantly agreed to play. 

    It was innocent enough, and his company was quite amusing and enjoyable. We were having a few beers as he was walking and coaching me through the game. It was quite impressive really, he was still kicking my butt hard when he could hardly keep his balance and his eyes open simultaneously.

    Throughout the whole night though, he would casually refer to his breakup -which makes me think that it was quite recent-. The frequency of the breakup reference increased as the number of beer we'd consumed increased. He even started referring to non-existent "boyfriend" of mine, saying things like "from your ex?" and things along those lines. Truth be told, I think he was trying to see if I was attached. 

    Then, we ended up outside because he needed to check his car (earlier that night, he traded cars with a friend and due to his drunken state he couldn't remember if they traded back) and he wanted to go out for a smoke. This was when things started to get weird.

    Disclaimer: With the risk if sounding narcissistic and egocentric, can I just say that no, I do not think highly of myself in any level. It's quite the opposite really. 

    With that said, when this guy started to come on to me I didn't really know how to respond. Although, instead of being flattered, red flags were going up in my head. It wasn't like he was being a creep about it, but the manner of which he was conducting himself was a complete disappointment. 

    Because it wasn't him that was flirting, rather, it was the alcohol. 

    Needless to say, I managed to successfully evade a potentially dangerous and self-destructing situation. Though, to be honest, in the back of my head, I can't help but wonder: "What if?"

    But man was I really let down. A realization promptly dawned on me soon after this. See, the thing is --and this has happened on multiple occasions-- I never get hit on, unless alcohol is involved and it's a guarantee that the next day, the guy will not remember a thing. 

    Pity party: that is really quite damaging to a girl's self esteem. Granted, objectively, I never saw myself as attractive, but I have never felt so ugly and repulsive in my life. 

    You know those passing jokes and pop culture references about distorted perception that comes with intoxication and thus finding every woman passable? Yeah, apparently that's me. 

    Surprisingly though, I wasn't offended the next day. It wasn't him, but the drinks that he had that turned him into a big douchey sleaze. He, among with my friends had stuck around for some hang over grub and we even had another go at the billiard (Side note: I IMPROVED!) 

    But what do you know though, my brother and him had tried to recall events from last night, his memory stopped just at the moment when he came back in the house. 

    Yeahp, on hindsight, that's probably for the best.

     

    -Elle Are Emm