Drunk for the first time and on a date

Party, date, drunk, reunion, ER?

So first I had like nothing planned. Then suddenly between Thursday afternoon and Friday I had a list. I was invited to a party by some co-workers, asked out on a date by 2 guys, and realized some friends are in the country. I was all O.o what on earth is going on?

One guy just wasn’t going to make it into the schedule plus for some odd reason he irritates me already. The other one seemed to have more common sense on how to go about things. That is why I agreed with him.

Anyways, party with co-workers? Basically was a wine and cheese party with some other dishes. Pretty chill. Made it home and realized I was supposed to meet homie in like an hour.

It’s funny because when we first started talking I was somewhat mean. Like if you want to learn English there are apps and hagwons for that. If you want some easy chick I am not the one.

He passed the message round. Sadly, most guys don’t make it these days. He also doesn’t live or work far from where I live so that is another thing that was working for him. Sent him a message to find out what exit and such. Only for him to realize that he mixed up the days. ?

I will admit I was a bit ? at first but I could understand why later. Heck I was mixing up my days. He didn’t want to break the date so he was like as soon as he get off of work we can still go. Which would have been an hour after our original time. So not too bad but I was like eh~ because he could be tired and then suddenly have to rush to a date. I felt kind of bad. So I told him not to worry and we can just make it for another day.

He wouldn’t give up. Kept apologizing and really wanted to keep it for that night. I finally gave in because it seems if I didn’t he was never going to let it go that he messed up while planning. He would message here and there until he got off.

By that time in general it was almost time for me to leave to meet him. So I went a bit early. I am always early. He took a taxi quick and when I saw him I was all ? because I was chilling listening to music. ?

He apologized some more and I couldn’t help but laugh because honestly it was pretty cute. Yeah I said that. He was cute alright? Alright.

We went to eat chinese styled lamb. Sat outside because the weather was nice. Had great conversation and too many bottles of soju.

I got drunk.

First time ever wasted.

Then I realized why. I didn’t eat any rice or bread or anything all day to be able to balance out the alcohol like normal. So it got me good. Also had wine earlier in the day. Oops. ?

To the point I kept switching from English to Korean with a mixture of Japanese. But we finished eating. He paid and we left. By this time it was almost 2am.

No subway running. So taxi it is. But before that…

I got sick. A stomach full of soju, wine and lamb is a no go for me apparently. So…yeah on the side of the road. Kept the guy out the way because I didn’t want any on anyone. Was fine after that for a bit.

He made sure I had everything and made sure I was holding on to his arm as we walked.

At this point I was highly dependent on this man to much of my embarrassment.

But oh it gets better you guys. So much better~

Because I was drunk and not 100% or heck 60% me *chuckles* he gave the taxi driver the station to drop us off at.

Halfway, I had the driver pull over so I could throw up again. I actually told them in my drunken state I didn’t want to mess up anything. The taxi driver was actually super nice too. Go figure. Anywho.

*covers my face in pure embarrassment* As I write this I can’t help but cringe at the fact I have done such a thing.

Get to my station. He paid the driver. I somehow know how to walk to my place basically blind it seems. I magically press in door codes too.

So yes, this man now know where I live. At this point I was like whatever I need to get home at least. I have cctv everywhere if something goes down.

Made it to my apartment. Giggled at the fact I pressed in the code too fast and had to do it once more to get in. Quickly took off my boots. Told him to close the door while I ran to the bathroom to throw up again.

Yep~ a third time.

He made sure I was okay and gave me a ton of water to drink.

Even in my messed up state I was all “I have to brush my teeth, clean my face, and change clothes. I can’t sleep like this.”

Causing him to laugh. He was drunk but not like me. I was a mess.

Grabbed my pajamas and changed in the bathroom. Came out and actually brushed my teeth and washed my face. Literally a miracle I functioned so well. He gave me some more water.

Then it hit me.

This man is standing in my place helping me after I got drunk, threw up 3 times on our first date.

I just assumed he was staying I guess because I took out sheets, a blanket, and gave him a pillow saying, “Here, you can sleep on the floor since it’s so late. I have caused enough trouble.”

He was all ? are you sure?

I shrugged, walked to my bed and basically just collapsed on it like “let me die in my drunk embarrassed state.”

He laughed and literally tucked me in while calling me cute.

Granted it’s not the first time he called me cute but I was feeling far from it at this point. ?

He settled on the floor next to my bed after making sure I was okay. I knocked out after saying good night.

*sighs* I know I know this is so unlike me. What happened? Life happened and I didn’t care too much. I felt oddly comfortable which is weird.

Anyways, while sleeping if I moved a bit too much he would ask if I was okay and if I needed anything. At one point he just held my hand.

Then, I woke up yesterday (Sunday) morning and was like “omg my head. First time and hopefully the last I drink so much without eating properly first.” Looked over and saw him sleeping still. It was like 6am and I remembered like 99% of everything but 1% was a bit foggy. I knew what happened but needed to piece it together better. Like the last 2 times I threw up.

He woke up maybe a few minutes after me and asked if I was okay again. Even though he was barely awake, that’s when he confirmed my foggy 1%. I literally hid under my blankets saying sorry blushing like crazy. Only to hear him laugh and say it’s fine while calling me cute for the billionth time. At this point I am all “I am going to die from pure embarrassment.”

Drifted off to sleep again then woke up a bit more rested. Found my phone and stuff. Took a shower and such. He was still asleep. He wouldn’t see anything anyways. So no worries.

He woke up to a phone call from work. It was his day off but they couldn’t find a red bag it seems. So he was telling them where it should be.

Oh yes his details. Hmm…? Let’s call him Mr. Gucci since he is a manager of one of the stores. He is 181cm, born in ‘85 (so 32 years old), has one younger sister and broke up with his last girlfriend of 2 years in February because her parents wanted a guy with more money like a doctor or something. Yep~ I was all oh man ouch…

Anywho, we officially woke up. Talked a bit. My turn to apologize a ton. I did cook him some breakfast. It was the least I could do. Talked some more.

He brought up business trips that he has to do. I was just thinking to myself why is he telling me all this?

I know. I know. He had a reason to. He does want to meet again before his next business trip.

Honestly though besides me being drunk that was a fantastic date. He was a pure gentleman the entire time. When he left he told me to call if I ever need anything.

After that, I did some things. Called Mr. Ghetto got no answer and was a bit worried since he was already getting sick.

A few hours later met up with some friends visiting from England. Had a blast. At great food, explored, great conversation and all. Ended the night at Lotte’s Sky Tower.

Not going to lie. It is worth every won for that view. It’s in the video of the previous post. Said our goodbyes. We may meet up again before they leave.

I came home but of course stopped for bubble tea and got in at 9pm on the dot. ?

Then finally found out Mr. Ghetto ended up with a condition that is temporary and even went to the ER. I was all ?. He didn’t answer because well he was barely awake. In which I know how it is because it’s similar to what I deal with at times while having UC (Ulcerative colitis).

And he tends to keep to himself more without getting help from anyone. He cut most of his friends off over the summer. Which makes me worry more. Even if we are nothing more he is one of my best friends here that I would drop whatever I am doing if something happened. He does the same for me. *sighs* So now that he is able to get up himself I will check on him if not daily then every other day. I legit don’t want to lose that man.

But yeah~ tada my crazy weekend.

Now to sleep. Until next time~ 안녕~