I have a silly habit of dozing off amidst all the partying going-on in the club.
Never realizing until now that it provokes the wrong kind of curiosity among men.
Ive been jolted up rudely several times by all too eager boys, asking me really rhetorical questions like;
Dont know him but I guess he thinks Im some kind of mascot to pose with.
“Why are you sleeping?”
Some even thought it was my “game” to seem “mysterious” and “stand-out.”
Others just assumed I was wasted.
No one thought the obvious, “SLEEPY.”
Figs, My bestfriend Kay’s boyfriend commented that I was the perfect target because I was the most vulnerable prey, sleeping openly like that.
Half-awake with Figs
It bothered me that I was being seen as some kind of “meat on sale” when all I wanted was to oblige my friends’ request that I join in all the merry-making without having to bleed my eyes out as I force them open.
It made me appreciate my friends who stood on guard while I snore idiotically on the reserved couch (Thanks Figgs and Kay) when they couldve just left me exposed to all the poor excuses for men on the floor.
“Sleeping-around,” in clubs, both literally and figuratively is ill-advised so the next time I feel like cuddling into a bare sofa, Im gonna choose to call it a night early even if I have to leave,
French style.
Wouldnt want a shut-eye to lead to a black-eye wouldnt I?
I felt cold so I stole my bestfriend Maria’s jacket to act as a blanket