An Awkward KISS

...and oh! he wasn't a prince. I almost remembered how I find him cute in the office. Except that night when he was roaming around with a glass of long island in his hand.

It wouldn't be too awkward if we were not office mates. But we are!
And the thing is, I get to see his serious face all the time.

No, he wasn't a frog at all. He has always been this mysterious looking guy who I never dare to meet eyes with in the office.

It was dark and the music turned everybody crazy. We both had a heavy head driven by alcohol. I don't quite remember how we ended up to a certain place together, hidden from everybody else.
He approached me, talked to me-and the moment after were not remembered until he grabbed me on the hand and I tripped to his lap and he nibbled his lips on mine- twice, trying to get a response. It was similar to a smack.
I remember pushing him away as I walk back to the crowd.

It was awkward
....and every moment after is even worse. I wanted to talk to him about it for the shame that he might mention about that night to someone. But the thought of whether he remembers it or not- makes me pause.

Well, he certainly wasn't a prince. So, I was kissed by a frog. And it's awkward.

- and yeah! I should be a more responsible drinker.


Shit happens. Geeezz.