Never again...

I'm was drunk. I could barely look at his face, because I didn't want to. He was nice enough I suppose, but not what I really wanted, just a sad substitute for the night. His words to me were stupid and selfish. My motives for being there were like his words to me...pathetic. I just wanted to get what I came for and go home to my own bed, alone, to pass out. I needed sleep. What the fuck was I thinking?!? He felt familiar to me, like he did so many years before, but different at the same time. I guess time does change people. He tried so hard, but he couldn't even get a drop out of me, I just wasn't there. I closed my eyes, picturing other people that I would rather have wanted to be with, but to no avail. He kept saying those words to me, over and over. I just wanted him to shut up. (Make some noises, but no words please). I did the only thing that I could to get it over with, I faked it!...arhhh. He came and I left. He had no clue...sad.