My heart was pounding as I stepped up to the door. I had been rehearsing this moment for weeks, but I still couldn’t believe it was actually happening.
I had finally mustered up the courage to tell my female friend the truth about my feelings for her. I knew it was going to be hard, but I also knew it was something I had to do.
Decided to get some alcohol to boost my courage
I knew she was home, as I could see the lights on inside and the curtains were open. I had been standing there for what felt like hours, but in reality it was only a few minutes.
I was trying to build up the courage to knock, but I was having a hard time. I was starting to feel like I couldn’t go through with it.
That’s when I decided to get a drink. I knew that if I had some alcohol in my system, it would help calm my nerves and give me the courage I needed to tell her the truth.
Note that I don’t really drink because I get high easily, one can of beer is enough to knock me out.
That’s when I decided to buy a can of Jolly Shandy from the MAMA shop below.
I had never had Jolly Shandy before, but I figured it was worth a try as its alcohol content was minimal.
I quickly went to the store, grabbed a bottle and chugged down the contents.
Got high from drinking
I had just enough time to knock on the door before the minimal alcohol took full effect on me. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
She opened it, and I could see the surprise in her eyes. I started to stammer, trying to get the words out, but the alcohol was making it hard to concentrate.
Finally, I managed to get out the words. I told her that I loved her and wanted to be with her. I could see the surprise in her eyes as she stood there, processing my words.
Unfortunately, the alcohol was starting to affect me more and more. I tried to stay focused, but it was getting harder and harder.
I started to slur my words and wasn’t making any sense. She looked at me with confusion and concern. I knew I needed to leave before I made a complete fool of myself.
And so, I stumbled out of her house, feeling embarrassed and ashamed. I had finally mustered up the courage to tell her the truth, but the alcohol had taken away the moment.
Instead of being remembered as the brave person I wanted to be, I was just remembered as the drunken fool who couldn’t stay sober.
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