I got too drunk last night and crashed at Matthew’s. He lives right down the street from the bar I was in. He tried to take a short cut to his apartment through an alley. I don’t do well in that alley. Bad things happened there. I was just so drunk and I got really upset and I sat on his stoop and smoked a cigarette and cried about nothing and everything. Then all of these cockroaches filed down the street. It was pretty incredible and I had snot and tears rolling down my face. He comforted me. I forget what I was even crying about.
He took me inside and I got really excited for the elevator. I pushed the button. It didn’t work, so Matthew pushed it and the doors opened. I didn’t care. I just wanted to be in the elevator and with him. We got to his apartment and I stumbled towards his bedroom. Then I realized I had to pee. His roommate was in her bed. She was drunk and had had a difficult night. He went in to see her and he was just… radiating kindness. I peed. Stumbled into his room and took of my clothes. He stood in his doorway and chuckled. I was on the floor, struggling to take my tights on. I was muttering, “I gaht it! I gaht it!” Then I just fell into his bed and passed out.
I woke up at 9. I always wake up early after I drink a lot. I felt fine, mostly. A small headache. Nothing too terrible. I woke Matthew up and stole a shirt from him, climbed out of window, and smoked a cigarette. He put my legs on his lap and just smiled at me. We got breakfast and coffee. We went around town for a little bit. He got me flowers.
He took me to lunch at J-corks.
We drank beer with our salads.
He got a bottle of wine for my parents.
He thanked me for being so open with him.
He asked me to go steady.
I have a real boyfriend now.