So it's now been two weeks since the drunken wedding taxi incident. And I STILL don't remember what the heck happened.
I was hoping it might come back to me, but it hasn't. And at this stage, I really CAN'T ask him what actually happened. Unless we both end up somewhere drunk at the same time again. Which I suppose IS possible but it's probably not likely to happen anytime soon.
But it's really bothering me that I can't remember. Purely because I HATE alcohol related memory loss.
I can ACCEPT it a lot of the time. Like on Friday night, when I don't really remember getting back to my friend's flat, but was informed by my friends that I was dancing with walls. I HAVE done that on occasion in the past so I assumed I had been dancing with walls INDOORS. Turned out it was on the street. Hmmm. (PS If you're my friend on Facebook, you can see the drunken video of me and my friend trying to sing - and failing - on Friday night that I mentioned yesterday. Just sayin'.)
But when it comes to matters with a guy, you kinda want to know one way or the other whether something happened. Some may say ignorance is bliss, but I do not fall into that category. I need to KNOW what I should or should not be embarrassed about.
However, the situation reminded me of a similar drunk situation from about eight years ago. I was out with a group of people from one of my old jobs. One of the people out was my first proper boyfriend. Well, he had recently became an ex - the only guy I've ever dumped. (I've suffered bad karma ever since in my relationships.) Anyway, he'd been really annoying me since the break-up, calling my house all the time (my parents wouldn't lie and say I wasn't in, so I kept getting stuck having to talk to him. And I HATE talking on the phone at the best of times.) And, in what wasn't my proudest moment, I decided I was going to snog another guy who was there that night. A guy who was about four years younger than me. (Yes, I was being all cougar-y again, before I even knew what that meant.)
So I started being flirty and squeezing this dude's arse and stuff like that. (I'd been drinking shots of Goldschlagger. I had no shame that night.) And then I'd led him downstairs to where the toilets were. And outside the Gents, I had made my move.
But to this day, I don't know whether we kissed or not. I think he claimed we did, but all I remember was him telling me I was a lovely girl but he was seeing someone. That being said, he HAD responded to my flirting and came down the stairs with me (when neither of us intended on going to the toilet) which said something DID happen. And I KNOW that my ex was raging and going about my old work threatening to punch the guy. (Which was a little unfair considering that 1)I had instigated the whole thing and 2) I don't think the two of them were friends anyway.
But yeah, I don't know what happened there. (Apart from my ex announcing that he loved me. Oh, and in case you think I am some massive bitch, my ex actually snogged my friend that night - and they ended up going out for several years. So it all worked out in the end. Sort of.)
So I think that the drunken episode from the end of July is probably going to be of a similar vein. I'll probably never remember. And that's REALLY going to bother me. Because I'm me and this sort of stuff bothers me. (What can I say? I'm a weirdo. You knew that.)
Damn it, why didn't I pretend I knew what he was talking about when he emailed me??? I might have been able to trick him into telling me what actually happened.
Now I'll probably never know. Haha.