I slipped out of
Derrick’s place in the wee hours of an early Monday morning, holding my newly
bought Guccis in one hand, and closing the door with the other. High on my toes,
I made my way down the corridor outside his apartment as quickly and as quietly
as possible. Dressed in yesterday’s Office wear, I mentally prepared myself to
do the walk of shame. I was feeling
really dumb from what happened last night but that’s what you get for drinking
your sorrows away at a new pub. Especially when you ditched your girlfriends
and went out alone to somewhere that’s not in the same postal code.
With my head hanging as low as possible, I cringe as the
images of last night that suddenly came back to haunt me. “How wasted was I?” I
thought to myself as I got into the elevator, punching the “G” key as the door
closed behind me. Every step I took on the painful gravel barefooted, I solemnly
regretted what I did. “No more repeats.” I made a promise to myself.
Finally, the walk of shame ended as I quickly jumped into my
cream-coloured mini cooper parked a block away from his place, with the hopes
that no one knows I spent the night at a complete stranger’s place. As I routed the fastest way back to my place
on my GPS system, the inner Meecan was making a list of reasons why I should go
to a AA meeting. I shut her out as I speed my way back home, as the Editor in chief
of a Magazine company, I pride myself not to be late for anything. I can’t be
late.
To be continued....
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