my comfort zone

i exceeded that zone and had a blast on thursday. i felt like a teenager in lust thursday night and it was so cute, nothing serious but this guy was tall dark and handsome. he was beautiful. In all honesty if i had not had so much to drink i would have never even gotten enough courage to talk to him. Me being plus sized and him a thin, fit, handsome soccer player. oh that got me and his Portuguese accent, but he was mexican, just a bit awkward yet nonetheless attractive.

see, when i drink i become very friendly (not that i'm not already) so i'm super friendly and if i'm comfortable enough with you, i'll kiss you, a quick smooch, despite your gender, but if you're taken, i stay away, unless you're my girl friends.

we (my brother and i) got to our friends grad party and we just ate, talked, but i spotted this cute guy. 'Tall, dark, and handsome, with a smile that could kill', i thought to myself. So naturally i didn't think anything of it besides i thought he might have had a girlfriend naturally. Later that night we started playing drinking games with the whole gang. my brother was going to initially drive, but he decided taking 7 shots was fine and that it wouldn't lead to a drunken rampage of who would vomit first. He won! i told him to stop. he did and so i started drinking, but he didn't 15 min later, which i took into consideration, but miserably failed.

i took the shot for him (the handsome one) because he seemed gone and he thought i needed more because i had only had one. about 6 shots later i realize he's grabbing my face and kisses me. boyyy was it cute. we kiss again. i felt like a teenager and he grabs my hand and takes me to the restroom, but i thought he just wanted company, little did i know it was more than that. things seems to become a blur a minute later, but i do remember him just taking my jacket off, wanting to rip it off or something. i remember freaking out and saying, "were not having sex" ahahah. and we pretty much made out and acted like a couple of drunk teenagers on a hot summer night. the rest is a blur, but i do remember helping him out when he started feeling sick. 

he might not remember and i may not remember a big chunk, but i'm single and it was fun. helps me forget about other things and it's about time i have fun and get out there, just not in a drunken state. if i ever see him again, i'll run the other way lol.

might this be what i missed out on all of high school and some of jc?

sidenote; i dont drink too often and consider myself more of a social drinker, but sometimes you gotta give in and have some fun.