This is how mine went: OK, so I met Eric a few weeks ago, got rather excited that I have finally met a guy who piqued my interest. We went out a few times, really nice he seemed a perfect gentleman & we had so much in common.
Then last Wednesday we went out with some of his mates, long story short, he got really drunk & acted like an ass, to the point where I cancelled our valentine's plans & told him to remove himself from the gene pool without delay.
So then I was gonna be stuck at home alone on V-day. Yay
Ended up going out to mates who were having a braai - cool beans. But had to go to a function with a friend first - just for an hour or two she said to check that it's running smoothly (her company was hosting it). One hour turned into 5 and she just got progressively drunker........as were the guys sitting at the bar with us. They were all annoying the bejezuz outa me, I mean for some reason the one kept on trying to get me in the sack with him - yeah I know I can be a bit of a flirt at times, but dammit, no means no! He continuously tried grabbing my boobs - c'mon! How f*cking low class can you get Then he figured he'd make it up to me by buying me a drink.........and spiking it (I asked for a coke & repeatedly told him I don't drink....but no he reckons he is clever & knows me better than I know myself, so he adds rum [of all things] to it), then he has the nerve to get irrate because I left it untouched on the counter!
Next he tries with flowers - 'buys' me a rose....yeah right buddy, those are the complimentary roses which were placed on the tables in the function hall oh & btw - I DON'T LIKE ROSES!!!!! Which you'd have known if you bothered paying attention to what I told you.
So eventually we bugger off outa there, me all peeved and my mate p*ssed as a coot. Back to the braai at our friend's house.
Get there and I decide well, since I'm sober & p*ssed off I'm rolling myself a fat joint.........turned into 4 within an hour, but hey at least I felt better.........so much better in fact that I bloodywell went and f*cked my mate's 20 year old friend
Now I'm all pissed off with myself over that too because I hate one night stands (sex was really good though...........and bloody hell, it went on for hours!!!) but that's not the point, now my muscles are sore from the marathon session (while trying to recover from pilates), I feel disgusted with myself for it, I had a huge row with my friend because of how drunk she got and I seem to be flypaper for idiots.
God, what the f*ck is wrong with me? Why do I seem to attract all the asses in the world like cake do ants?
Anyway, just felt like ranting.