Text in the City

I met this cute, aspiring fashion photographer at a bar and after a lot of text messages, Gchats and emails we finally decided to make plans to meet up over the weekend. I was at my neighborhood watering hole for a birthday party and he agreed to meet me there for a few drinks. I hadn’t been boozing much the month or two leading up to this evening as I was busy with a new job. So even though I had only had a few cocktails I somehow crossed that point of no return right as he arrived at the bar. We went to grab a seat and I completely missed the stool and began to face plant onto the floor. Luckily, a girlfriend caught me before I hit the ground. I’m sure I was no fun conversation-wise and after he decided to go home I thought it would be a good idea to keep leaving him incoherent voicemails and send texts telling him to please come back to the bar. After that I passed out. Of course he never called me again and who could blame him?


