Oysters

I'm troubled. I ate half a dozen oysters followed by a couple stiff drinks and then called him. I just couldn't help myself. It was inevitable. Alcohol and oysters just produce this tingly feeling in certain parts of my body, and reduce the inhibition to share the feeling with others.

So I called him, and he couldn't care less. He doesn't care what part of my body is feeling frisky because he's got TV to watch. Boy, I feel attractive. That twenty minutes of talking to him is supposed to quell the appetite. Sorry, it doesn't.

Yes, I know he wants to be alone. Yes, I know he dumped me a long time ago. Yes, I know I'm not that attractive. But he is the only person I know that was willing to have sex with me, and it seems that now that is not only something he doesn't want, but actually eschews.

I guess I'm gross now. Disgusting girl with the glasses and stringy hair, who says stupid shit and is generally stupid. Now I feel really great about myself. I love oysters, but wonder if I should save them for when there is actually someone around who likes me, because oysters make me like people. But it will never make people like me.