Embarrassment 13
It has to be alcoholic today. It’s Saturday, so rather appropriate to write about alcoholic embarrassments. There is a slight challenge in this topic. Whenever an embarrassment is linked to alcohol, it’s usually very difficult to remember. Actually, that is probably the main one. All these days after, reminiscing about great evenings out and then having to admit that you actually don’t remember.
And you know what happens when shy people get drunk, right? They become brave, or at least is what I think of my own drunk adventures. Brave is very close to stupid, but that’s on the side. Brave, you can also say egocentric, or selfish. In any case your world becomes tiny when you’re drunk. I once “stole” one of my friends’ blind date away from her. Just because I could. And I knew she fancied him. Was it worth it? I would say no, even though she wasn’t angry with me for too long. It was a fairly innocent night, in all honesty. I enjoyed it. Probably because of the conquering. I wasn’t living in Groningen anymore, which is where the date took place. Obviously I wasn’t impressed by my own date. So I had a great evening, a place to stay and then the next day I was off to Paris, where I lived at the time. My friend has always been great about it, now that I think of it. As far as I know. And she is happily married with someone else, has a beautiful family. Still, I’m embarrassed about it and I would like to sincerely apologise to my friend. Imagine we could turn back time, would I do it again? I’m afraid I know the answer. Yes, I would. Sorry again.
