The sun only just rising, it was like candle light, I take a look around the room, I see a fishing line propped behind the door, a Canadian flag hanging on corner of the wardrobe, photo's of Whistler mountains on the wall and a guitar next to the bed. I love a mans bedroom.
I was alone, my head heavy as I try to get up, I stager to the bathroom, he is sleeping on the lounge. My memories flash back to October last year, when I crashed on the lounge and his ex-girlfriend came in the morning after they had broken up, I couldn't escape the thoughts, the anxiety enveloped me, I knew she no longer had a key, I needed to get out.
I stayed for a coffee, how much did we drink? I glance over to the dining table 3 empty bottles of wine, including the bottle from 'the vineyard' why did I enjoy it so much? It was a bottle from his friends (family) vineyard, the friend that was my crush that crashed.
This situation has to end, I say I'm leaving, he wants me to stay, I put on my coat and gloves, he gives me a kiss on the forehead, his eyes were fixed on mine that little bit longer, I was feeling more uncomfortable, I threw my arms around him and thanked him for dinner and ran for the door.
I'm walking slowly to my car, I know the alcohol is still prominent in my system, Council workers drive past yelling out their 'good morning miss' I just know opinions are being passed on me by the Council workers, the walk of shame back to my car looking like a drag queen complete with medusa-esque hair and panda eyes.
I was alone, my head heavy as I try to get up, I stager to the bathroom, he is sleeping on the lounge. My memories flash back to October last year, when I crashed on the lounge and his ex-girlfriend came in the morning after they had broken up, I couldn't escape the thoughts, the anxiety enveloped me, I knew she no longer had a key, I needed to get out.
I stayed for a coffee, how much did we drink? I glance over to the dining table 3 empty bottles of wine, including the bottle from 'the vineyard' why did I enjoy it so much? It was a bottle from his friends (family) vineyard, the friend that was my crush that crashed.
This situation has to end, I say I'm leaving, he wants me to stay, I put on my coat and gloves, he gives me a kiss on the forehead, his eyes were fixed on mine that little bit longer, I was feeling more uncomfortable, I threw my arms around him and thanked him for dinner and ran for the door.
I'm walking slowly to my car, I know the alcohol is still prominent in my system, Council workers drive past yelling out their 'good morning miss' I just know opinions are being passed on me by the Council workers, the walk of shame back to my car looking like a drag queen complete with medusa-esque hair and panda eyes.
10 comments:
hmmm...yes... and...? anything else? hmmm??? ;)
hehehehe.... you want details do you?
BTW - was most likely still drunk while writing that post *blush*
But they will never know if it is a walk of shame or Victory!
Have fun and do not worry about the cronies.
you slept with a canadian? Ewwwwww.... everyone knows that we smell of parsnips and have forked penises.
You've been sullied. You can no longer be royalty.
Ah yes,the walk of shame. Tis even better if you have ripped stockings and are carrying your stilletos at 8am :P
The council workers may have been jealous! Have fun and forget about what some strangers think.
Very true David, but I looked like *shudder* a skank walking up the street *blush*
Cibby – LMAO! How do you know I’m not already royalty ;-)
Steph – That’s the look alright.
cBabe – I don’t care do much what the strangers think. I felt like I shouldn’t have gone back there. Over it now :-P
some men actually prefer skanks ;-)
Ahhhhhhhhhhh!
I don't want to be one!
LMAO! *blush* my car is louder than most on the street, I like to make my presence known ;-)
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