POV -First Person; Someone You've never written before; Alcohol & Absolution
Maybe it really was all because of me. Women just didn't like to be with me- No, who was I kidding? I repelled women point blank.
My series of girlfriends, not of them lasting more than a week or two, had proven that fact.
Which is probably why it'd seemed like such a good idea when I'd met her to ask her out. I mean, she'd looked interested enough and was definitely interesting enough…
But then, that was probably the problem right there. She was too interested (and too interesting) for me. More than I should've expected anyway. That should've tipped me off immediately. But it didn't.
Then again, I looked down at the glass half full of amber liquid in my hand with renewed vigor, if I remembered correctly I'd been drunk then too.
Expression melting, I let out a hard sigh and pushed the liquor away and brushed my bangs out of my face, feeling the unshaven bristles that covered my chin. It was a little difficult getting out and around to the place where I was meant to pay, then out the door in a wheelchair, but I managed.
…Maybe I should shave when I get home, before Colonel hard-ass can make a comment.
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