I didnt go there to get wasted. It just turned out that way. An hour into it I was doing fine. Then that prissy bitch came around. That stuck up snooty debutante. She thought she looked hot. Fuck. Her belly was hanging out. Her dress was busting at the seams. Then she started shit. Not directed towards me. But just general shit you know. It pissed me off. So I started drinking. A ton of champagne. River of rum and coke. Couple of martinis too. I think.

Perfect Girl rescued me. She was there with friends. She saw me drowning. So she intervened. Drove me to her place. So I could crash. It wasnt pretty. I remember puking a lot. She comforted me until I stopped. I wanted her to hold me. So she got me naked. Dressed me in her PJs. Spooned me until I fell asleep. I woke up in the morning. Thought she was Kaya. Spooned up against me. It felt nice. I fell asleep. She woke me at noon. If only she wasnt straight.

Now Im back here. Thinking about Kaya. We talked in depth this week. I understand the reason behind her decision. Its a cultural thing. I respect that.