Have some more!

--In which case, why stop there? Watch ANOTHER movie? You get a refill on your wine, still with a face puffy from crying, and start another one. Naturally, it's pretty-light hearted in comparison. Sweet, funny.

But it's too late for you. You're now a vicious cycle of thinking about things to instigate your sweet, mopey mood, and even when things are funny or cute in the movie you're instantly comparing them to your stark, lonely life... and before you know it, as you thumb through your phone, you hover over your ex.

You haven't spoken to him in a while. He was a jerk, and wanted you to quit your job or quit him. You chose to keep your career. He wasn't THAT much of a jerk, though... in fact, he was always really, really understanding... you guys just... were a bad match... the phone is ringing.
It's ringing because you hit call. On purpose. Without any idea what to say or whether it was a good, idea, or--

He answered. Nicely. Said your name. You... ...struggle to answer... and squeak back his...

He asks what's up, with a mixture of concern and accomodation, as if you surely must have something going on or another to call.

Once you got those first words out, though, the deluge... begins. Your mouth starts mouthing before your brain can start braining, and you start to tell him silly things, in a slurring, sad, drunk voice. You start to hint that MAYBE you wouldn't mind AS MUCH if he were to stop by your house tonight, and if he DID you wouldn't mind THAT BAD if he were to help himself to--
He interrupts you to tell you news about himself. Specifically, that he's gotten married since you two have talked. And even had kids! And he's very happy with his life, currently. His voice is... content, but merciful. Of course it is. After all, in a way you're kind of proving him right, to the point where he felt no need to even brag.

He tells you to drink some water and get some sleep, and if you want to call again, that's fine. And hangs up.

The embarrassment, even in your drunk mind, is still burning. You stuck your neck out to bequeath unto him a booty call and he dunked on you. You turn off the TV, and go to bed. Thankfully, you don't remember specifics the next day.