From philosophy to vomit

• 07 June 2008 at 14:04
• Love, sex, etc., One-night stands that go wrong

Yesterday, I went to the Popstarz party. I got in for free because I knew the guy at the entrance, an old "conquest". It was crazy, I was surrounded by teenagers, I was nearly feeling old! On the other hand, I was glad to see all these young guys being open about themselves, having fun and having their space...

A guy chatted up to me and we started talking about René Descartes, quantum physics and buddhism. We kissed all around the club and we decided to go to my place.

And that's when troubles began.

On the way home, the guy, who is my age, told me he still lives with his mum. Okay. He also asked me to pay him some chips because he didn't have any money. Er... okay. Once at home, he met Ada who gave him the bottle of tequila and he drank like, 2 shots! Er... Okay... Then he met my other housemates and kept on getting wasted. 15 minutes after entering my house, he looked fucking scary. This is so wrong! By the way, he told me he had been a heroin addict! (He used to smoke it, he didn't inject himself, thank god). Then I took him to the toilets and he puked. He went back to the kitchen chatting with my housemates while I had to clean his mess. At that moment, Ana (not Ada!) arrived and told me "Don't sleep with that guy!", which I didn't really intend to do anymore anyway!

The guy was feeling better but I couldn't throw him out since he still looked pretty bad to me. He wanted us to sleep together and I explained to him that seeing him puke turned me off. He didn't accept this excuse and we started fighting over why I didn't want to sleep with him. He needed to bother me as much as possible, fucking hell! I made him notice that he had not cleaned his mouth or his hands after puking. My housemates got into the room, they were surprised we were not having sex and they left. A few minutes later, Ada called me to ask me whether I wanted them to throw him out. My housemates are so nice.

This morning, I made as much noise as possible to wake him up and make him go, which took some time. He told me that I had unwillingly made him understand that he was too extreme. No, seriously? Then, he used my phone to call his mother and tell her he was coming. His mother got mad at him, telling him she was dead scared and that she was afraid he was with a junkie. He answered I didn't even drink alcohol (it's because I had my gastric accident, stupid idiot!) and he added in a very dramatic fashion: "I am an adult!".

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!

And then he FINALLY left. And I changed the bedsheets.

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