"It might not be the right time... I might not be the right one, but there's something about us.."

I sang the words to one of my favorite Daft Punk songs as I was finishing up in the shower. Somehow I woke up in the early afternoon without a severe hangover. Surprising considering how much I had to drink. The shower really woke me up and now I had to figure out how I was going to fix this situation I got myself in this time. How the fuck could I possibly forget to go to her house last night? How could I be so forgetful? I was so upset at myself for messing up another time. This was why I said it's mostly me.

Me.

Last night wasn’t even worth it. It was your typical work event. A little bit of awkwardness eased by the liquor in everyone’s system. Yeah I had a fun time, but come to find out the new girl was recently engaged. As much as I wanted to take on those advances I thought she was giving me, if she was even giving me any, I know I didn’t want to involve myself with a situation as messy as that. No amount of Hennessy could change that, I’d learned that in my past being on both sides of that equation.

As I walked into my bedroom I began to think of ways I could "fix" this. I don't even know if fix was the right word. Sometimes when you break things you can "fix" it, but it'll never be how it originally was. Can you even called that fixed? Is a relationship something simple as fix this and move on?

I sighed and buried my face in my hands. This is not going to be simple. A text saying sorry would not work this time. I need to surprise her. Maybe I'll go over to her house... matter fact I'll beat her to it and surprise her as she gets home from work. That'll be good. Food & flowers? Yeah she'd love that. She gets out at what... 7pm today? It is Sunday. What time is it?

5:37 PM.

Alright. I can definitely do this. I decided to make myself a quick recovery meal before I got dressed. I put on What You Won't Do For Love by Bobby Caldwell and got to cooking. I was determined to make this right.