Classy is not my style. | 12/09/2009 |
I kissed him!
I had already downed the 2L bottle of Vex before we arrived at the golf course in which our christmas party was held. A bunch of us had pitched in for a cab & as we arrived we quickly tried to compose ourselves as we walked into the room with our heels still intact.
Ten minutes into the night & I was already working on my second bottle which I kept sitting in my purse. My cheeks were flushed & my head was spinning; the only thing that kept me from falling over were his arms wrapped around my waist as I sat on his lap through out the dinner. Talk about keeping it classy infront of co-workers.
We were well into the night, after sitting closely beside each other-forehead to forehead I had finally managed to get him up on the dance floor with the rest of us. I remember a kiss but after that it is a blurr.
Apparently, I wasn't the only one he kissed that night & our kiss didn't appear to be just a kiss to others but a make out session. Yikes! Mo seemed to have not completely gotten over him after she announced that they would remain just friends since they had their date. Her cuddling & kissing him seemed to prove other wise but than again who am I too judge when I have done the same?
And as if the regrets of that night were not already building up I find out from him that someone had told him that he was trying to take me home & according to someone else I was willing. All I could say was who do I thank for stopping you.
Clearly, classy is not in my vocabulary.
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