Last weekend, I drunk too much alcohol.
Each time I do it, weird things happen.
One of these weird things consists in starting to talk to strangers.
Another weird thing is that I say what I really think about them.
The last weekend some friends came to my place.
Someone invited a chubby girl.
I had seen her at another parties.
It's impossible to ignore her.
She's a big breasted girl and she usually wears blouses with cleavage.
Someone told me that her dad had died a few months ago.
Supposedly her personality changed a lot.
When she arrived, I was kind of drunk, having a conversation in the living room.
I was talking about the Mexican soccer team and its limited opportunities to transcend in the next World Cup in South Africa.
As I spoke I sensed that Antonia was incessantly looking at me.
As usual, she wore a blouse with cleavage.
As she seemed to want to make eye contact with me, I couldn't stop thinking of her cleavage.
I tried to focus on the conversation, but it was so impressive.
At some point, I stood up.
I took another beer from the fridge.
When I closed the door, Antonia was there.
She scared me.
She smiled and kinda bit her lips in a pretty suggestive way.
I shrugged my shoulders and offered her my beer.
She accepted. Again I opened the door of the fridge and then I took another beer.
As I was doing it, I couldn't stop thinking about her cleavage.
I had seeing it briefly as I gave her my beer.
The boiling image of the abyss between her breasts exploded madly in my brain.
I was really drunk.
We sit face to face in the dinning room.
I took a sip of the beer and I closed my eyes.
I felt so excited.
I had that boiling image in front of me.
When I opened my eyes, I felt dizzy.
Antonia started to talk.
I made my best to focus on her face.
She studies at the National School of Plastic Arts and she's a big fan of mac Operative System. She also likes to take photographs.
I had nothing to say.
Then she asked me random things about monkeys and science.
As a lot of people do, Antonia believed that science's goal is deciphering why laziness and bad temper are related to high IQs.
She even told me about a supposedly journalistic article on which some researchers found that obesity is related to bad relationships.
She also believed that monkeys were some sort of funny primates.
Dunno remember what did I tell her, but certainly she was surprised.
Suddenly we were talking about music. She loved The Doors and she couldn't understand why do I like Nirvana. For her, Kurt Cobain was a terrible composer and musician. She pissed me off. She barely knew Nevermind. This album was her only one reference.
She asked me too many things and she took advantage of my drunkenness.
Despite I was drunk, I could sense that she was talking to me in a very sexual way.
She continued bitting her lips and smiling.
Maybe she was drunk, too.
At some point, I realized I had stopped looking at her cleavage.
Then, I watched it again.
I felt I was like a thirsty vampire and I decided to talk about it.
She laughed and reacted as if what I had said would have flattered her.
I told her what kind of photographs I like.
Obviously, I told her I love the ones with cleavages.
Later, she left my place.
Now, I feel so stupid.
I feel so sorry and confused.
(What the hell was she trying to do?)
[So Alone-Lou Reed]
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