Emotionally weak

“Sir!” I felt someone vigorously shaking me as they called me out. It seemed as if I had slept with my head on the table just like that. It wasn’t something that I planned on doing, but it was a good sleep nonetheless. And now that I’ve been woken up from my slumber, I’m feeling quite empty.

“What is it?” I asked, even though I knew what was going on. Sometimes I like to do things like this just to make some sort of passing conversation. And at that point, I desperately needed one, but this guy surely didn’t seem like he would be interested in one by the looks of it.

“Sir, it’s time to close. So, you have to leave now.” He spoke.

“Ah, very well. First, my date ditches me and now you guys as well. It’s all fine though. It’s all perfectly fine.” I sighed. It’s not like I wanted to place the blame on a restaurant chain of all people, but the people that I could actually blame were thinning out and I couldn’t help it.

“Sir, we are a restaurant.” The man spoke.

I blankly stared at the guy. I mean, he wasn’t wrong about that and that was exactly the same thing that I thought as well. But my head was so empty at that point that I couldn’t do anything but stare at his pretty face. Yea, his face was quite handsome. Not that I find him really attractive or anything, but if I was a girl and I saw his face, I might’ve just fallen for him.

“Mr. Sam!” The man waved his hand over my face as I phased out at that point.

I’m not like this usually, you see. It’s just that when my head gets completely emptied out, I think about shit like this and regret it the next moment I get back to sanity.

“Ah, yes. I’m sorry, but can you carry me out?” I asked all of a sudden.

“Huh?” The man looked all confused when he heard me say that.

“Wait, when I asked you to carry me, I don’t necessarily mean that you have to princess carry me or anything, although I’ve never been carried like that due to obvious reasons and would like to be carried like that at least once—we’re going way off the topic right now. What I wanted to say was that, put my hand around your shoulder and carry me out and stuff.” I shrugged as I said that.

“Uh, I see…” The man was looking at me all weird. I mean, I don’t blame him one bit. Like, I’m asking him to do something really weird and this definitely had to be his expression after everything. I’m a weird guy. I have receded to that simple fact after everything that happened to me throughout my life and today in particular.

“What?” I asked, as I held out my hand for him to carry me.

“Sir, you are not drunk.” He spoke. I could clearly see him not wanting to do all of that. He wasn’t paid to do all of that. And I truly felt sorry for him having to deal with my asshole self like that. But at that point, my mood was full-on wacky and I was ready to do some crazy shit.

“Yea, sure! I’m not drunk. I’m emotionally weak. And sometimes an emotionally weak person requires physical support as well, you know? So, are you not gonna help me?” I asked.

The guy sighed. He really didn’t want to deal with my bullshit at the moment and certainly looked busy as heck, but at that point he had no choice but to do this. But I wasn’t kidding. Had I got up by myself, I would’ve broken down and cried onto the floor, so this was obviously the better choice than that for sure.

“Come on, then!” He grabbed my hand and placed it around his shoulder unwillingly.

“Oh, wait. Tell me a number!” I demanded.

He couldn’t deal with my bullshit at that point. But he still decided to follow through now that he had placed his foot inside the mud.

“Any number?” He asked.

“Hell yea!” I cried out so annoyingly that I totally expected him to drop me right on the ground, which he didn’t do.

“Okay, sixty-nine.” He spoke.

“Nice! Sixty-nine it is then.” I smiled as I gave him a sixty-nine percent tip.

“Hey, are you crazy? Do a twenty or something! What the hell are you doing with a sixty-nine?” He asked, all perplexed after seeing what I did.

“Meh, it’s just what I want to do. And what I want is to tip you for sixty-nine percent. What? I can’t do that now?” I asked.

“Well, it’s not that you can’t, it’s not usually done.” He replied.

“Ah, what can I say? I’m just that weird.” I flashed a confident smile before him as I said that.

It wasn’t that I was filthy rich or anything, but the amount I thought of spending on this date was way more than this one tip, so I didn’t regret doing it or anything.

The guy sighed. “Ah, whatever. Let’s go then.” He gave in as he took me outside.

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“Are you sure that you can do this by yourself?” He asked me.

“Yea, yea. Totally! Don’t worry about it. My house isn’t that far away from here. I can easily get there by foot.” I spoke.

“I’m not talking about that.” He replied.

“Huh?”

“You spoke about being emotionally weak. Are you sure you can get there without breaking down and crying somewhere?” He asked.

“…Maybe?” I really didn’t have a definite answer for that. I mean, I’ve been feeling this weird lump in my throat that’s been making me wanna cry, so it was definitely a possibility that I might end up doing that.

The guy sighed. “Just wait for a moment, will ya?” He asked, as he went inside in a hurry. And so, I waited.

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