After a long day at work on a Saturday…what a way to whine down than to take a sip of something that makes you lose yourself for a time. For a time, the thought was not there to drink…for drinking sake. Just a little sip, that makes you open up but while you are musing you decide to text your lover. Then, you find yourself uninhibited and professing things. Sure, you are trying to keep your senses about you, but with more sipping and clicking…well. Things go down a path unintended…maybe, you sent some pictures that were not intended to be seen by a living been, but it happened. The evidence is on the phone and well, on his phone too. Maybe, maybe I didn’t press send. I began to lose my senses and the absence of time, ever present as my head seems like it’s bobbing in a bucket of water, or liquor?
I exhale, and inhale, putting another sip of the drink to my lips. A margarita in a bottle…eight percent alcohol, but potent to my system. My tolerance for the drink is low. My body already giving response to it. I continue to text my boyfriend. Some things I write…well, I had not thought about what his response would be for some of it. My intentions was to be sexy, wooing…but not sure how it landed on his side of the phone.
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You didn’t put your disclaimer at the end of this one! And I enjoy the occasional drunk text. I think a drunk face to face convo would be down right riveting. Adding to my list of “things to do,” now.
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Thanks so much, but this one…well, wasn’t my favorite actually…lol I’d probably write a better one on New Year’s Eve. lol
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So, you’re gonna get pretty twisted on New Years, huh? Interesting. I can’t wait to read about it.
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LMBO! I hope to be spending the New Year’s Eve with a hunk by the initials JARD. But where ever he is, I hope he takes delight in knowing that that would be my wish to be with him on New Year’s Eve with a bottle of my most favorite wine…He knows what it is!
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