if there's anything i've learnt from tonight, it will be NEVER play finger-guessing games with ms D! she is just so damn good! *trust me, she IS that good to kill 2 players in 2 drinking sessions; the difference is the 2nd victim really got it BAD, real BAD* ms D, u winner, ya? the first session was much sober than this round.. i freaking lost my consciousness in 3hrs!
this is one of the times where LD rship will score badly.. where is 'he' when i'm freaking damn drunk with such splitting headache?! where's my 'knight' to rescue me from this deadly toxic - Chivas Regal Scotch whisky?!?! i have forgotten how many times i visited the washroom (not a norm for me); all i remember is how freaking long i was facing that white toilet bowl with wenya patting on my back to 'comfort' me, and how badly i just want to sleep! even lemon slices (my life-survivor tip) cant save me from that splitting headache!! it actually took me more than 30mins to get out on the 5mins distance from washroom to entrance of boiler room. i was so totally GONEZ!
if there's anything i could thank ms D for, it will be the opportunity to ask mr I directly on his 'signals'.. the girls wanted to 'see his posh car' (perhaps that's why they sacrificed me to drunkenness?) hence i kinda gave them the permission to contact mr I if i was so dead drunk (even though i know perfectly well i could hire a cab home)..i dont know how long the sms was between them n mr I, but i saw his 'Maybe you should ask her boyfriend' reply after my first visit fr the washroom.. but heck for a drunkard mind, i replied 'she dun have bf'.. the rest of correspondence was oblivious to me as i was determined to return to that toilet cubicle~ all i could made sense from the conversation was 'he's coming in 20mins', 'why is he taking so long' and 'where did he come from'.. seriously, i was in total disapproval of his 'concern' by then, i really didn't want him to see me in this state~!!
anyway, he came in his S3000. ok, good-looking guy but a totally drunk lady in a posh car.. he must be in a hurry, cos he cut lanes so many times so fast that i nearly puke in his car, if not for the lemon slice on my hand (thank God for his great safe engines too).. in order to save my pride n hassle of cleaning his car, i simply slept through the speedy thrill.. the next moment i know, i'm quite sober enough to act drunk despite my constant splitting headache and my inability to walk more than 5steps.. apparently, i leveraged on my highly intoxicated state for his accompany.. i know he's tired (came fr his home) but i heck care, i was having a HEADACHE ok? how could i go home in this freaking state anyway..
from carpark to void-deck, from void-deck to carpark, from lift lobby to stairs, i tried to probe him into his feelings for me *this is one of those crazy thing drunkard J will do - forgoing her ego* of course, being very articulate and temperate, he gave a good 'no comments' answer but my head was too in pain to probe further.. i even joked that he fell into my friends' 'trap' by picking me up cos the real reason was for them to see him in person when i could have taken cab home.. and he disclosed to me that his 'ask her boyfriend' question was a test to my friends, to verify if they know me enough to be my friends *what kind of test is that?*.. anyway, i guess it's not abt his answers that matter tonight, it's my actions and direct speech reciprocating his ambiguous interest in me (ambiguous cos he didnt say it directly, just signals, even till now). yes i was that drunk to give him such clear response, even though i was playing 'hard-to-get' for past weeks *alcohol totally ruined my rational logical efforts to draw the line* yes, for u who are interested in juicy details, we hugged, cuddled but NO kiss. he was that sweet enough to stay with me till i managed to step into my house..
for whatever reason he agreed to come for me, i decided to sms an appreciative note to him before i knocked out totally.. guess what's his reply> 'nah. i just wanted to show off my car to your friends. goodnight' !!
can anyone tell me what his egoistic mind is thinking of?!
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