on_last_night jane in retrospect, i had gone too far. in retrospect, i keep thinking, "was there any point last night when i didn't feel intoxicated, either by alcohol or your glance in my peripheral vision?" or the music. pouring my drink into his so that he would be oblivious to his surroundings, namely you & me, so that maybe once while he was in the back or in the bathroom, maybe i would have a slight chance of stealing a kiss from you. because i'm not going to resort to footsie under the table. & then we let him pass out on the couch & you stole a kiss in the bathroom & i'm sure we could have had each other there but i messed it up by trying to get you to come to the bedroom. & he wasn't passed out because he called you from the couch & interrupted us & i was so drunk & so high & so confused. & now i have to call you to apologize for putting you in that position, to say, "call me when you want to meet up on your own terms," to give up, defeated. 041017 what's it to you? who go blather from