A weird stupid night.

After breaking up with my ex girlfriend I met up with a high school buddy,
to hang out get drunk with etc. Considering my old friends are all gone and
I have no social circle whatsoever, well aside from a few female friends I
have no guy friends (this sucks a lot).

We went to a bar, I reminded myself what a bitch it is to pickup women in this
miserable city called Toronto. My buddy tries his luck on a girl right away, she
brushed him off quickly. I couldnt be bothered to look, it's like you can feel the
inevitable outcome like a car wreck waiting to happen. We left the bar since
everyone seemed to be in groups and there was no single chicks anywhere or
stools to sit on at the bar. Arrived at bar number 2 slightly buzzed and as soon
as we walk in my buddy says "I'm gonna go talk to those two girls" clearly more
drunk than me he fails to notice their weight problem and as he's walking toward
them I try to tell him no but it's already too late.

He talks to them for a while, I'm sitting at the other end of the bar refusing to join them.
He keeps yelling out my name for me to come over, I finally do and I start chit chatting
with one of them trying to decide if I'm drunk enough to fuck a fat chick. Clearly I am
not a considering what my last gf looked like I can't even imagine doing any of them
no matter how drunk I get.

Fast forward a few hours we end up at my place the 3 of them smoking weed on my balcony
minutes after my buddy ends up in the bathroom puking his guts out and passing out on the
floor, I am in high school all over again. The girls sit on my couch and we talk while I play
gta5 3am rolls around and they decide to leave since no one is fucking anyone.

My buddy is passed out on my bed, I make a mental note to tell him to check his beer
goggles before approaching chicks especially fat ones. I run out of beer so I open a
bottle of vodka and drink till I get wasted, I remember feeling such a loss such an open
wound over my last gf. It had such potential I thought she would be it and I wouldn't
have to look further. The best part of any relationship is the first 2-4 months and
all I can think of is wanting to relive that with her all over again.

I hate this shit.