One of life’s toughest challenge to find a truly, genuine, caring, sensitive person. Finding a man is easy. Just go to the bar, sit down, and right away, one will come up to you. Or just go hang out with a bunch of girlfriends and guys will honk their horns like crazy.
But a sensitive man, that’s rare. But I found one. So we’re went to a party and I got pretty drunk. Tequila, Heineken, Malibu pinapple flavored rum, all these drink in there mixing. Got in the car and fell asleep, or so I thought I was sleeping. So when I got home, I woke up and I had all these vomit on me. Imagine. All the vomit on me. (I have never drank this much before). My boyfriend, really sweet I tell you, wrapped me up in a blanket, and walked me home like a mummy. Meanwhile, I’m going “I’m cold, I’m cold.” What do you expect you know? We’re walking home dead in the winter, vomit all over myself.
He drops me off, calls my sister, makes sure everything is all set. I’m stripping, jumping in the shower, pulled off all my clothers, he’s standing in the doorway, “I’m leaving, I’m leaving okay?”
He leaves. And that’s the night. So the next morning, (I called him back), he wakes up next to me and he says, “Man, I really should have been more of a gentleman.” “How?” I asked. I should have at least held your hair back for you while you’re vomiting.”
Is that sensitive or what? Hold my hair back while I’m vomiting. Caring.
Okay, thought I'd throw something in that's not too sappy.
