Drunk, Bored...New People

"Bye Bye Love"

Last Saturday I drove Tony, his brother, and their uncle to the airport and said my good-byes to them and they flew off to Boston. So this week I've been hanging out with people I usually don't hang out with and have just been trying to keep myself busy.

Brock

I talked a bit of Brock in an earlier post; he's the guy who went through my lane at Target and gave me his number. I hadn't called him in a few weeks and almost felt that it had been too long to call him back, but I did call him on Sunday and we decided to meet up on Tuesday as I worked that night. Well, Brock called me Sunday night and wanted to hang out and so we met up around midnight.
Brock's 24 and is from a town of 600 people in southern Minnesota. We biked around a little bit and then headed back to my place where we sat on the couch and talked until 3 am. Brock's an interesting guy; he's really into art of all kinds, which is something I really enjoy, and find especially attractive in the opposite sex. That's not to say I was attracted to Brock, I wasn't. He has one thing about him that I find to be a bit annoying, and it's that he has love for everyone, until he's given a reason not to. I don't mean to sound all cynical and whatnot, but it just sounds corny when he talks about it and there's just something about the whole thing that I find annoying. I think he's also a little too good for me to, not that I go for the "bad" boys or whatever. But he just has high morals and values, but I just enjoy people that have had a little more experience and have learned from past, and sometimes huge, mistakes. He's not very social and doesn't have too many friends, hence the reason he gave me his number. I'm not the most social person and enjoy guys who tend to be more social than I. He's goofy, but just not the right sort of goofy for me. I don't know, I didn't always feel my most comfortable around him and couldn't just fully be myself. He's still a cool guy though and I'm always looking for friends.

Drunk Night

I got drunk Tuesday night, but I didn't think it'd be happening. Brock came over and I invited my friend Dane over and he brought a couple of his friends. Emily came home and her ex came over and we were all drinking. I didn't plan to get drunk, but I had one beer and I could already feel that, and I made myself a vodka and sprite drink. Then Emily and I did a shot of whiskey together and I had another vodka and sprite drink after that. Oh, I'm such a dumbass when I'm drunk. I just kept laughing about everything that night and kept saying the stupidest shit.
Though Dane told me the next night, "I love you when you're drunk, you're just so happy about everything!" Yes...that's me being a dumbass.
Ross came over later that night and he was already drunk from an earlier get together. He came over and just started messing around with me and being an ass, for he knows how I am about being touched by anyone. He was picking me up and spinning me around on his shoulder in the kitchen. Annoying.
Brock ended up staying the night; he was about to leave on his bike but I could hear him coughing and maybe even puking below the little "porch" and I asked, "Uhh, you want to stay here tonight."
"Yeah, that might be a good idea." He answered.
I offered him my bed and said I'd take the loveseat for he's a foot taller than I am and the love seat is horribly small. But he mumbled something about there being my pheramones in my bed, and so he took the loveseat.
Whatever.