On the beginning of that day, at 2AM, we were in a disco. It was the day after graduation, we had been drinking the day before till 4 AM, and we had decided we would spend saturday
evening till Sunday evening at Victor's apartment in the rich beach resort
. It was a guys only party, the four of us, we would basically not do much more than drink
and drink. When we had finished the beers after some drinking games
, we went to a bar, "Le Scoop" and drank a Redbull-Vodka
. We then proceeded to the disco.
After two hours of heavy shaking, and a couple of extra beers in my stomach
, I had my epiphany
. I knew what my problem with girls had been, and what it would always be :
I need months or years to fall in love with a girl.
This has many implications :
- I will never fall in love with a girl I meet at a party : I won't even care enough about her to be interested in seeing her back the day after.
- I can only fall in love with good friends I see on a daily basis. When I realise it, it is too late, I am fucked, no way out. One does not fall out of love with a girl after years like one does after a week. One can decide from one day to another : "In fact, that girl I met at Alfred's party sucks". You cannot make the same decision for someone you've known for years.
- When I fall in love, it better should be reciprocal : I'm not gonna "break up" anyway (see above), even when there is no relationship, so there better IS one, else I stay ALONE, this being just the only self-consistant solution, as I am monogamous.
After the disco, around 4 AM, we walked back to the apartment to grab the last beers for drinking games on the beach
. On our way, we saw people rolling a joint
. I asked them if we could smoke with them, but instead they gave us the joint. We went to the beach, played the drinking games to make ourselves puke
, the smoked the joint and went sleeping till 11 AM. We were basically stoned
for the next two days. Never accept drugs from strangers !