Me “Hey.”
Him (slurred) “Hey. I just had some… Doritos.”
Me “Oh yeah? I’m about to go have some Dorito’s too.”
Him “Yeah. They’re so good”
Me “Yep.”
We both looked at each other, and felt a deep mutual understanding, of precisely where we were at in that moment. We were both the same level of wasted. We were both the same level of tired, and both had same post-booze snacking preference. We also knew that in a few hours we would both feel like absolute poo. Needless to say, there was no “Grey’s Anatomy” sexual tension as we shared the lift together.
In fact, I’m trying to remember if he was cute or not… ?
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