Never, EVER drink a lot of wine on a virtually empty stomach and then don't eat supper.
This morning I had a slight headache and by slight headache I mean I thought my temples were going to explode. I even got up and worked out and showered and then all of a sudden I thought I was going to hurl! Not good.
My friend Casey came over after work and we were just going to drink one bottle of wine. I had a nice assortment of Leftse, wrapper cheese, Tomato and Basil Wheat thins, pepperoni, these new cheddar Lays cracker crisps, and Baked Sour Cream and Cheddar Lays. Talk about a spread! haha! Anyway, I should state. . . I ate some crackers, cheese, pepperoni, and some Leftse. Not in the amount that one would call filling by any means. Well as Casey and I finished off the bottle of red wine, we decided to open a bottle of white. Just about as Dean got to my place we finished the white.
This is also the point in time where I am pretty tipsy. So Dean starts talking about the new girl and Casey gives him her advice on it. That he shouldn't date her if he's not sure about her in the first place. And when he asks my advice I just simply state, I cannot comment on these things.
Well Casey leaves like an hour after she was supposed to be home, and Dean turns to me and asks why I can't comment on these things. But before I could answer he asks me if I think this new girl is cute. And I said "Honestly?" And he says "Yes." And I said "She's not cute. I'm prettier than she is." And he said "She's not that ugly." And I told him that it doesn't matter what I think anyway. He then asks if I texted him awhile ago that she was ugly. And when I drink I cannot lie to save my life and I was honest and told him. . .then quickly added "But I didn't mean to!!!" He then goes back to the original question of why can't a I comment. And so I bluntly tell him "It's because really no one that you date will ever be good enough because frankly they aren't me. You broke my heart and that's just the way it goes."
At this point in time his head is laying on my counter because I'm pretty sure I said more than that but that was the gist as to what I said. And he said "I'm sorry for breaking your heart. I didn't mean to." And I simply state "Well, you did. And it's done. And we're cool. Case Closed."
We start talking about other things and I think we're still friends, so I guess that's good. I already talked to him today and he responded. He's got a doctor's appointment today and he wants me to go to the hospital. I doubt he'll ever hang out with me alone again, but whatever. I got a lot of things off my chest, so I feel better. . . well sort of. . .my head still feels like it's detached from my body.
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