littlemermaid

What a fucking night.

Last night was ridiculous. I figure if I can't tell my friends about it, i can tell strangers.
My ex boyfriend showed up at my house last night. yeah- SHOWED up. He had called a few days before saying he was going to come by o drop some things off friday morning..
how that turned into sunday night is still a mystery.
ANYWAY. The air was off in my apt all day yesterday and I had been lounging in a tiny white tank top and panties, which I was in when I answered the door.
I had also been drinking a little bit.
so to sum you up to now - Im a little bit tipsy, Im already in my underwear, and my ex is at my house.
great.
so what do I do? I just stay in my fucking underwear- nothing he hasnt seen before.
so we commence with the drinking, and the obligatory "how have you been"s..
( I am drinking 151 wayyy too fast and end up getting borderline sloppy)
tell him I want to lie down- which is his cue- I would think- to go.
but he perseveres.
me half naked can you blame him?
and I really did want to sleep with him again but not while my room- and everything else- was spinning.
so in the middle of him going down on me I have to stop him so I can run to my bathroom. and puke.
classy huh? I remember my first drink.
I was so embarrassed. and frustrated.
needless to say that ended the night. Haven't seen him in 2 months and that's how our reunion goes down.
I feel like absolute shit,and i want to spend the rest of this beautiful day inside, drinking water, watching movies and snuggling into my favorite pink sweater.