Monday, October 1, 2007

Alcoholism rant...

I have a penchant for alcoholics. Why, I do not know, because I always leave them, screaming “GET SOBER”. If I got sober, they can do it too. It’s really not that hard. Want to know how I did it? Every time someone offered me something alcoholic in nature, I said “no, thank you”. See? Easy. And I was a serious little drunkie. Anyway, now I’m trying to avoid the ones who drink too much. I’ve got a lot of experience with drinkers, and I’m tired of it.My ex fianc´┐Że showed up at my workplace drunk once, back when I worked at a Tucson grocery store. It was midnight and he staggered in, having broken his promise to me not to drink and drive. I took his keys from him, pitched them in the bushes and let him spend a half hour in the dark trying to find them. At least he was appropriately apologetic the next day. Eventually, he fell off the wagon and started drinking heavily again. Then he would call to scream profanities at me and tell me I was cheating. And then I left him.Then there was P, who got wasted one night and, while I was driving us home, stuck his face in my cleavage, then tried to get out of the moving vehicle. While we were on the freeway. Seemed like a good idea at the time, I guess.Also J, who had an excellent job in finance. He woke up in the middle of the night/early hours of the morning puking many a time, while I shouted “I TOLD you, you IDIOT,” from the bedroom. I glowered at him over the breakfast table the next morning. “I can’t believe I am stranded here with you for another 48 hours”.Finally, and most recently, there was A, who was the worst of all. Great job, great money, constantly drinking. He came back from Vegas with alcohol poisoning. We went out for his friend’s birthday and he was laying there half dead the next day. He regularly picked me up on Sundays hung over and nauseous. The final straw was the day we were moving all his things into his new apartment. I was getting to the end of my rope with him, and the rope finally snapped when I had to move half his things in myself, and clean the whole place myself, because he was in the bathroom throwing up repeatedly, when he had promised me the night before he would only have one drink.That’s my problem with drinkers. They will look you in the eye and flat out lie to you.

Did I turn into a pumpkin at midnight?

The Boxer… is awesome. He blew all the other guys out of the water by allowing me to be a total dork last night and being one right along with me. We had Date #2, and were together for nearly five hours, and neither of us wanted to go when it was finally midnight. Great conversation, laughs, air hockey… very fun. Best part? This is the second time we’ve been out, and this time we were in a place with a bar, and he hasn’t drank a single alcoholic thing. Oh yes. Keeper.We went to dinner and a movie followed by this arcade type thing, where I showed off my complete ineptness with a gun (I died within approximately 40 seconds on every shooting game), my awesomeness at motorcycle games, and how much I suck at the driving car games (I finally gave up, smashed my car into my fourth ambulance of the night, and tried to reach across and cover his eyes). Also held my own in air hockey and watched him do this virtual boxing match, which was quite possibly the hottest thing ever. Something about a good looking guy getting all physical… mmm… anyway, I digress.The problem is this. He likes me, he’s made that clear. He wants to see me again. He pretty much told me we’re dating. But not even an attempt at a kiss goodnight. I even went in for a second hug goodbye, did the looking up at him thing… nothing. Just, “Make sure to text me so I know you got home safe”. Well, that and “When you walk away I’m totally going to check out your ass”. But still. Not even a hint at a kiss. I'm not going for some long goodnight kiss, on a second date. I'm going for a little peck goodbye. And I got nada! So this, of course, has sent me into an OCD downward spiral, in which I go over everything possible for the whole night to determine if maybe I was getting the big kiss-off. I’m not. And I’m confused. I don't kiss on first dates... I have this thing about touching humans I hardly know. But second date, especially when you're getting along so well... ::Sigh:: If it happens again on the third date I'm going to flip.

Did I turn into a pumpkin at midnight?

The Boxer… is awesome. He blew all the other guys out of the water by allowing me to be a total dork last night and being one right along with me. We had Date #2, and were together for nearly five hours, and neither of us wanted to go when it was finally midnight. Great conversation, laughs, air hockey… very fun. Best part? This is the second time we’ve been out, and this time we were in a place with a bar, and he hasn’t drank a single alcoholic thing. Oh yes. Keeper.We went to dinner and a movie followed by this arcade type thing, where I showed off my complete ineptness with a gun (I died within approximately 40 seconds on every shooting game), my awesomeness at motorcycle games, and how much I suck at the driving car games (I finally gave up, smashed my car into my fourth ambulance of the night, and tried to reach across and cover his eyes). Also held my own in air hockey and watched him do this virtual boxing match, which was quite possibly the hottest thing ever. Something about a good looking guy getting all physical… mmm… anyway, I digress.The problem is this. He likes me, he’s made that clear. He wants to see me again. He pretty much told me we’re dating. But not even an attempt at a kiss goodnight. I even went in for a second hug goodbye, did the looking up at him thing… nothing. Just, “Make sure to text me so I know you got home safe”. Well, that and “When you walk away I’m totally going to check out your ass”. But still. Not even a hint at a kiss. I'm not going for some long goodnight kiss, on a second date. I'm going for a little peck goodbye. And I got nada! So this, of course, has sent me into an OCD downward spiral, in which I go over everything possible for the whole night to determine if maybe I was getting the big kiss-off. I’m not. And I’m confused. I don't kiss on first dates... I have this thing about touching humans I hardly know. But second date, especially when you're getting along so well... ::Sigh:: If it happens again on the third date I'm going to flip.