Unfathomable

I really don't get it.

I know I fall for all the wrong guys. You know, all the unavailable good ones.

But, I don't get it. My drunken stupor had given me some liquid courage and I thought I had subtly made my intentions clear without being too vulgar or too forward. And I could have sworn you had felt the same way as I had at the moment.

You even had taken up my offer to still "hang out" and "chill" meaning rile up some friendly banter and conversation. That was all we seemed to have both desired. You consented to me calling you after I had dropped off my friend at her place. I called you, then you told me you were tired, while making a sandwich to consume and ultimately wanted to call it a night. I gave off a nonchalant air and went with it.

I know how the game goes, I know how things go with my unlucky luck. I know how things never go right in my life. So I accepted it. I was bummed and wanted to cry, but strangely enough nothing even remotely came out in my sentiments as to the same effect as how I usually want to cry (even though my physiological wiring tells us otherwise).

Then, on my way home, you called.
Weird.
Very strange.
You called me to ask for a remedy to cure hiccups.
Seriously?
What the fuck is that all about?
And I simply reiterated a solution and had bid you goodnight as you had the same as well as wishing me a safe drive home.
And that was that.

Seriously, what the fuck was that all about?
Who the fuck calls to ask for a remedy for hiccups?
Even if one is drunk or restricted to many other social factors.

What the hell was that?
Ugh what the hell am I doing?
What the hell was he doing?

What the hell was that?