The Good & Bad

And I was stupid enough to say yes when Alex asked me out for a drink. I thought since we haven't met up in like 7-8 years, why not? Last night I found out WHY NOT.

Everything went well until the bottles got cleared one by one, rather quickly.

I got intoxicated as usual and did something stupid like leaving my bag in the Ladies. I didn't even realise my bag was not with me the whole time!

When I made a trip to the Ladies, I brought my bag with me coz it's really not wise at all to leave ANYTHING you don't wanna lose with Alex. Seriously.

And then I left the Ladies without taking my bag (which was hung in front of my face) with me.

Time passed and we decided to leave.

I realised my bag wasn't with me and naturally suspected Alex had got something to do with it. Until I realised he didn't make a dash for the exit.

I asked all my friends and a couple of waiters and they all were quite worried for me because it was a WHOLE bag (bless 'em). Not just a purse or a cellphone.

Michael then said he didn't see me bring my bag out of but he noticed I brought my bag into the Ladies (my, how observant!).

I rushed into the cubicle I had used and voila!

I hugged my bag and checked its content. Everything was intact.

Thank goodness I retrieved everything even though I left my bag in there for at least half an hour. I thank God too that the place wasn't packed last night! What a dolt.

Oh did I mention Alex the sonofabitch bit me on my upper arm?

It hurt alot then but it fuckin hurts more now.

Lemme just illustrate how painful and hard a bite it was. IMMEDIATELY after his bloody teeth left my flesh, there were bright red marks on it. Even when I cut myself with my fingernails once, it took a while for the marks to appear!

I showed a few of my friends the marks and they actually gasped. I should've called the police. This is bodily harm.

After I got home, my mom noticed the marks straightaway even though the lights in her bedroom were turned off.

She thought I fought with someone because the patch of marks was huge.

I had to show her I wasn't bruised anywhere else and therefore could not have been in a fight.

My left upper arm is now severely bruised and freakin' swollen with his ugly teeth mark tattooed on my flawless but flabby arm. Even a slight touch hurts like crazy. I couldn't sleep last night without jolting up from the pain each time I rested on that part of my arm.

My mom was furious and wanted to make lampshades out of Alex's ass.

And this is why I hate going out with Alex. He doesn't behave like a gentleman at all. And he doesn't give a shit what your gender is. I always end up in pain when I'm with him. He used to pull and tug me like a ragdoll with the strength of a typical fat man. More than a decade later, he's still the same.

Even I do not bite that hard (although J might disagree) and my nickname's Sharky. Alex really used his might on my arm and fuck, I could've died from the pain alone, much less rabies.

I have decided never to meet up with him ever again. If you cannot treat a girl like a girl, do not go out with one. Asswipe.

On the bright side, I met Aaron who was DJing at the joint. Someone I knew for many many years. He put on GN'R's 'Night Train' specially for me and also updated me on mutual friends. Alan (my ex-boyfriend) got married to a gorgeous Vietnamese-Chinese in Melbourne (okok I got the drift). Jess committed suicide.

I was never close to Jess. I mean, it did feel weird when she confided in me once about how much she liked Alan who happened to be my boyfriend then. She then snubbed me when my relationship with Alan got stronger.

But still.

I cannot believe she's dead.

She took some drugs and leapt off a building.

Some of us just didn't manage to break free from the drugs I guess.

Didn't probe Aaron for more information because she was his ex-girlfriend and I thought it might not be too nice. Truth be told though, Aaron didn't seem too bothered.

So Aaron sent me home on his trusty scrambler after supper. I was really grateful because he lives all the way at the other end of the island. How sweet. Utterly sweet.

Oh yea, I lost my earring again! I hate getting all tipsy and losing stuff (heh).

So I guess it's a good and bad night. Didn't enjoy Alex's company but welcomed Aaron's. Found my bag but lost my earring.

I guess the scale's tipped over to the good.

Oh wait, no. I have the mother of all hangovers now and I'm to go to town with my mom in 2 hours.

This is no good.

I feel like throwing up now.


PS: I know this post doesn't flow well but hell, you try writing with a hangover and an ugly man beside you pressuring you to hurry up and hand over the computer.