You know how the funniest things happen when you really don’t want them to? And of course, they happen to you… Or honestly, to me. Always. Barring very few instances. Make that no instances.
There I was, a few years ago, with a stranger. Someone I had just met. And the amount of current we generated within the first 30 minutes was enough to electrocute a mid-sized township. All this without touching, unless you count shaking hands as being overly tactile. The eyes danced, the drinks went down smoothly (maybe a bit too fast, but smooth nonetheless) and the mind threw caution to the wind.
Well, almost. You see, I have this self-destructive habit of second guessing myself, and my luck all the time. While stranger and I were sitting across each other and making that curious conversation that two people make when they know there’s more to things than meets the eye, I suddenly froze. Just like that. The table seemed to acquire a life of it’s own. The glasses started a merry dance and the man in question suddenly sprouted a bulbous nose and squinty eyes, which in all honesty the good God had not given him.
So what gives? Probably for the second time in my life, the alcohol. Gave me. A bad time. Make that a very bad time. No, I didn’t upchuck. Nothing that gross. At least not in front of him.
But yes, I did run to the washroom and hide there for the longest time ever. With a nose spouting things the viscosity of which you don’t want to know, apart for just comic relief. When I finally did emerge, the evening had to be cut short for obvious reasons… The only saving grace was that the man in question didn’t register too much of the drama, so I was saved the ignominy of answering things I had no intentions of answering. Ever.
Suffice it to say that once I got home, without the expected goodnight kiss at the door for obvious reasons, I did throw the pillow to the ground and jumped on it till the feet hurt. Not to mention swore off alcohol for ever. But that’s just till the next time I met the man. Which happened the next day… Under curious circumstances…
