I was so smooth, I was so cool, I was so drunk...

Last night I went to 2 office parties. One was the illustrious abode of the very funny fake news publication, The Onion. The other was at the evil file sharing software company, Limewire. There is something very dangerous about an open bar. I had 5 beers last night in a very short period of time. Any of you who know me know how little I actually am. 5 beers, with no food is a shit load for me. It would make me do things I wouldn't normally do (well maybe I would do them just with a little more finesse).

For instance: One of my co-workers has this friend who I have a big fat crush on. I call him the boy who makes me nervous. Let's just call him Nerves for short. So every time is see Mr. Nerves I somehow end up acting like a complete and total ass around him. Not sure what it is. So what do I do to attempt to remedy this situation? I drink and start spewing honesty at him. Note to self: too much honesty is not necessarily sexy and too much drunken honesty is definitely not sexy. I start telling him things like "so you don't make me nervous anymore. I have nothing to lose with you because I've already made an ass of myself in front of you way too many times." He does the back and forth with me, pretends that I'm not being completely ridiculous. He even let me kiss him later on in the night. Well sort of. At least I remember him letting me. I may have forced myself upon his face. Man I'm such an asshole!

Next week I have several more of these office parties and I'm fairly sure he'll be at all of them. I'm also fairly sure that I will continue to make an ass of myself in front of him. I think it's the nature of our relationship and I think it kinda works in it's own weird way.