Mysticalis
Bluelighter
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I drifted off to sleep, my eyelids heavily closed. When I awoke, I was back in college sitting on a desk in the library,
sleepy-eyed and dopey, and you were tapping me on the shoulder. I looked over and you had a smile on your face.
"You know, my junior prom is coming up and...."
Before you finished, I gave my answer.
"Sure, as friend, I'll to go to your prom with you."
You then gave me a surpised look and spoke.
"That wasn't what I was going to ask you. I already have a date..... with Brian."
I felt so dejected and foolish, and to save face, I bounced back with a question.
"Well, what have you come to ask me then, Liz?"
"Well Rob, since you have a fake ID, I was wondering if you could buy us some 'beverages' for our prom time."
My sadness turned quickly to rage. I can't believe you. You have the gall to ask me to buy you alcohol. You're such a hypocrite. You claim not to care about how others perceive you, yet you drink and drink until you're the girl every guy wants; hot, drunk, and willing. Do you really want me to buy you your drinks, so your date can knock you up while you're in a drunken stupor? Hell no.
I should've given you this rant out loud, but instead, I gave you a stern "no," rose from my desk, and walked away, my disgust and anger overwhelming me.
.....and then I woke up.
It was all a bad dream. Yet it felt too real, and it was not far from the truth. I've seen how you are. You're almost 17, and you're already on the road to alcoholism. You feel like you need to be a little buzzed and tipsy just to go out and have a good time, and when that tipsiness turns to a full-blooded drunken haze, you fail to see how all the guys grope you and try to lure you into bed. It's a crying shame that you were so cold to me because you thought I was no different, yet you welcome these foreigners in with open arms, or open legs rather.
I've seen everything I needed to see from you. What I can't see is how I got so hung up on you. Perhaps it was because you weren't so bad when you were sober. You were actually someone great to be around, Liz. But I guess hardly anyone appreciates the real you, and that's why you live your double life.
I've been proud of one thing this entire time. I'm the only person I know who's been able to keep his hands to himself when you're drunk. Sure, I screwed up when we were together, but as we separated, I gained a respect for you, and that's what kept me away. If only you had seen that, maybe you wouldn't be doing what you do. You'd realize that a real man likes you for who you really are, and not for who you are when you're plastered like caulk on a wall.
I heard about what happened between you and Tony, and how much you regret it. Now you see the consequences of your behavior. You're living in the emptiness of a one-night stand and the shame it harbored because you were liquored up.
I heard that you've shifted from guy hunting to soul searching. It's just too sad. What you were looking for was with you all the time beforehand, and now, in the blink of an eye, it is no longer there.
sleepy-eyed and dopey, and you were tapping me on the shoulder. I looked over and you had a smile on your face.
"You know, my junior prom is coming up and...."
Before you finished, I gave my answer.
"Sure, as friend, I'll to go to your prom with you."
You then gave me a surpised look and spoke.
"That wasn't what I was going to ask you. I already have a date..... with Brian."
I felt so dejected and foolish, and to save face, I bounced back with a question.
"Well, what have you come to ask me then, Liz?"
"Well Rob, since you have a fake ID, I was wondering if you could buy us some 'beverages' for our prom time."
My sadness turned quickly to rage. I can't believe you. You have the gall to ask me to buy you alcohol. You're such a hypocrite. You claim not to care about how others perceive you, yet you drink and drink until you're the girl every guy wants; hot, drunk, and willing. Do you really want me to buy you your drinks, so your date can knock you up while you're in a drunken stupor? Hell no.
I should've given you this rant out loud, but instead, I gave you a stern "no," rose from my desk, and walked away, my disgust and anger overwhelming me.
.....and then I woke up.
It was all a bad dream. Yet it felt too real, and it was not far from the truth. I've seen how you are. You're almost 17, and you're already on the road to alcoholism. You feel like you need to be a little buzzed and tipsy just to go out and have a good time, and when that tipsiness turns to a full-blooded drunken haze, you fail to see how all the guys grope you and try to lure you into bed. It's a crying shame that you were so cold to me because you thought I was no different, yet you welcome these foreigners in with open arms, or open legs rather.
I've seen everything I needed to see from you. What I can't see is how I got so hung up on you. Perhaps it was because you weren't so bad when you were sober. You were actually someone great to be around, Liz. But I guess hardly anyone appreciates the real you, and that's why you live your double life.
I've been proud of one thing this entire time. I'm the only person I know who's been able to keep his hands to himself when you're drunk. Sure, I screwed up when we were together, but as we separated, I gained a respect for you, and that's what kept me away. If only you had seen that, maybe you wouldn't be doing what you do. You'd realize that a real man likes you for who you really are, and not for who you are when you're plastered like caulk on a wall.
I heard about what happened between you and Tony, and how much you regret it. Now you see the consequences of your behavior. You're living in the emptiness of a one-night stand and the shame it harbored because you were liquored up.
I heard that you've shifted from guy hunting to soul searching. It's just too sad. What you were looking for was with you all the time beforehand, and now, in the blink of an eye, it is no longer there.
