When Smart People Make Bad Choices

Talked to Big Tongue. Sam called to tell me that Gloves wants me to call him. I tell Sam that if Gloves wants to talk to me, he should get my number from Sam and call me. He does. He wants me to come over for a drink and to “watch movies”, which I know means have sex. I’m just not feeling him like that.

Instead I go to the bar and play darts with Freak Mama, FB, Sassy and Bird. Nay Nay and I invent a new shot. We test it out many times to make sure we got it right and suddenly I’m loaded.

Before I know it, it’s closing time and I’m wobbling at the bar talking to Cuz. I’m wishing it was Crazy James’s other cousin, Tiny, but oh well. I give him a hug and go to leave. A guy who had been eyeing me all night is standing at the door. He says goodnight. I get to the curb. He joins me. Says he’ll walk me across the street to my car. Before I can accept or deny there is a tap on his shoulder. We turn to see Cuz. He tells the guy “I’ll take it from here.” Cuz escorts me back to his car then drives me across the street to mine. I assure him I would’ve been fine but he doesn’t think my judgment is the best at this point. He says he’s going to follow me home and make sure I’m safe. But I know he’s pretty drunk too.

I park in the garage and Cuz pulls up behind me. He asks if I want him to tuck me in. His eyes are mesmerizing. I tell him to park his car. He escorts me upstairs. He’s far from the stallion I expected him to be in bed. But in his defense we are both sloppy drunk. Undoing shirt buttons becomes a riddle like breaking the DaVinci Code.

I think we were done by the time I passed out.