"C'mon hon, you know you flatt... fla... you know you like it."
"Dear..."
My boyfriend talked me into going out drinking for the first time
So here we are
Out with people
Turns out I can't hold my liquor
Or I overestimated how much I could take
And I'm a textbook sentimental drunk
I've been spending what seems like hours gushing about how much I love him and crying over how I don't deserve him
"You can't say you don feel da same way," I continue. "An I been bottling up my feels so long, I need to letem out."
"Not in public. Not like this."
"Oh, you ashamed of me?"
"No, I-"
"Den you won' mind if I scream it to da worl!"
"That's not what I-"
"Hey errybody..."
"Honey-"
"I love thi-this man, and I don' care who know it!"
"I love you too, but you're making a scene."
"Well, tha your faul. You made me this way. Brough me outta my shell."
"Sorry, everyone. I wouldn't have brought her here if I'd kno-"
"We gonna make da cutest babies someday! I wan' his babies an' I know he'll love 'em!"
Things go on like this until he drags me out as I bask in the mix of laughter and "awws" we receive.
Wake up with a headache the next day
Wonder what I did last night
My boyfriend walks into the room
"Hangover, huh?"
That's right
I went out drinking with him
Still don't remember what happened
...Did I do anything bad?
"Honey... please tell me I didn't do anything I'm gonna regret."
"That depends," he says, bringing me a glass of water. "Would you regret screaming and rambling to complete strangers about how much you love me?"
I flush beet red
Mix of embarrassment and relief
Kami, I need to learn to pace myself
And develop some alcohol tolerance
Still... it could've been far worse
And I'm sure he appreciates it, deep down