Those baffling creatures

Black as night, sweet as sin.” 
― Neil Gaiman, Anansi Boys

If I could bleach my eyes without them being damaged, I would.  If I could have spent the night drunk, then I would have. If I could forget the night,  I would. Being sober in a Testosterone filled room was not the ideal night I planned to have. I think I described it as a scene from a zombie apocalypse;  girls absolutely wasted beyond the point of no return, guys grabbing them like a toy they don't want to share. Guys slapping their appendages as a way to attract the females.  Well that didn't go to we'll with me, I ended up threatening to punch a guy in his sensitive areas if he pulled that peacock thing on me again. I think I was about to slap the hell out of a lot of guys.

If that wasn't bad enough, a guy I was fairly intimate with last year decided he would talk to me again,  after he ignored me for 6 months.  Something as definitely in the air last night. Maybe it was because of the home team rugby win but something was wrong.