I woke up on my back with a pain in my neck. "Some party last night," I thought to myself. It sure was some party last night, too many shots of rum and way too many bottles of whiskey. I lifted my head up with all the strength I could conger up and look around at my surroundings. No clue where any of this was, all I can see is trees at the foot of me and a small patch of farmland in the distance. Then I just remembered why I was here. It all came back to me in flooding memories. This is where is took that girl from Apartment 9D. Where my car sat after she drove me here because I was so drunk. This is where we stopped at, looking into the stars. We talked about our feelings for awhile.
"Men just don't seem to get me," I remember her saying.
"It's like all they care about is getting you so comfortable that you'll do anything for them and with them."
"Men don't know girls like I do," I replied back to her soothingly.
After that sentence, we found each other, staring into each others eyes. I told her everything would he alright, I'd keep her safe. She believed me. She then proceeded to grab me and kiss me passionately and I, as stupid and drunk as I was, followed along. We did this simultaneously for the next hour, before I pass out from toxins.
Well, whatever she did, it couldn't of been good. My red truck is gone along with my wallet and my dog tag necklace priced on the market at $100. Lesson learned, don't fall for the girl with the pink lipstick .
-HDM
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