As the stinging liquor burned the insides of my mouth and throat, "straight nail polish", I had dubbed it, all I thought of was "I deserve it".
Yes, in the same way I deserve my coffee black.
As the buzz took over and my eyes delayed my mind, I lacked a single thought of you.
A torturous relief.
And I threw back one, two, three more, enduring the burn so I could get my fix,
As we left for the party to get our kicks.
By this point my mind was swimming, surrounded by dozens who were sinning.
And he, a lion in the brush, had scoped me out.
I told him "Econ major, transferring from JC next year."
I tried not to pay attention to his whispers in my ear.
And the Skyy overtook me as my smile became uncontrollably wider.
And as we danced his hands went a little bit higher.
And all I thought of was, "I'm not drunk enough for this."
"I'm not drunk enough for his greedy hands on me."
"I'm not drunk enough to let my friend see me."
"I'm not drunk enough."
A sixteen year old girl at a college frat party.
So I excused myself for a drink, and when I couldn't find one all I could think,
was that no level of drunkenness could ever disguise the fact that a horny Asian college boy
And his rough hands
And his itchy Levi's
And his beer stained flannel
And his evident arousal
Wasn't you.
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