Partial Betrayal
Perhaps it's the vodka. Maybe I'm just crazy. But you hang out with a girl, she's into you, you watch a few movies, have a few nice snuggle and make-out sessions, enjoy each other's company, you don't even complain when she drags you to work out for an hour and watch Grey's Anatomy. I definitely didn't do anything wrong, if anything I was too nice, too good. But at this point she doesn't really respond to my text messages, emails, calls, face-books, nothing. She practically bolts from the classroom when I try to talk to her about what's up, and claims she's constantly busy when I finally manage to ask her. Two weeks. Seriously, two fuckin' weeks? You'd better have one hell of a good reason to ignore me for 2 solid weeks.
But then, maybe, just maybe, it's the vodka.
But then, maybe, just maybe, it's the vodka.