As the liquid flow, the mood mellows. Women seem shallow, a few turn dirty fellows.

Not written by me...

but felt it was worth sharing.. :)

"J" revealed the real reason behind the breakup with her seemingly perfect boyfriend. He was not the typical Don Juan good looker but had no problem attracting women with his boyish charms and bad-boy demeanour. The buxomly girl was not lacking in the looks department and they made an extremely cute couple.

At Paris, the group of friends decided to joined the rest for drinks in one of their rooms. Several rounds of bourbon coke and vodka limes later, some were in seventh heaven. Some stumbled their way back to their own rooms to puke or crash in private. Soon, only the couple and the hostess remained. Being the occasional drinker, "J" fell victim to the alcohol racing through her bloodstream and slumped on a corner of the carpeted room.

When she came to, the rhythmic creaking of bed coils stopped in its tracks. The occupant of that bed did not include her. Shell shocked, the girl emptied her guts right onto the shocked bastard of a boyfriend and stormed out of the room.

No words were exchanged thereafter. No action was taken by her either. I guess in her case, it is the unsaid that speaks louder.