I should've gone ahead and worn the shirt on Tuesday.
Last night, for the third time in my life I consumed an entire bottle of wine. The first bottle was drank because I was consumed by feelings of stress and guilt. The second bottle was to disappointment. Last night was to sadness, anger, fear and injured pride.
And as the alcohol set in, nobody...not I or those around me...knew just how much it was affecting me until I'd passed the point of tipsy. I guess it was the same with dating...I didn't know how much it was affecting me until I came to, with it all over.
This morning's hangover is painful and makes me never want to drink again, but I know the haze and headache will pass. I'll get past the dating hangover just the same.
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