Irony is not lost on me. It’s funny how it works and comes about, but all in all, I think irony is the universe’s way of giving people a swift kick in the ass and showing how the other half lives. Anyone else think it’s somewhat hugely funny that I am seeing a guy that doesn’t drink? Not one drop. We are all very well aware that I love my cocktails. I really do. I’m not a fall down drunk, I’m more of a floorshow happy drunk. I don’t drink to excess (unless Click is in town for a visit), but some of my most favorite
hazy memories are of days/evenings/afternoons where a cocktail or 3 are involved. I am absolutely not suggesting that drinking is a good thing, but I do see it’s virtues. It lessens one’s inhibitions. It calms nerves. It makes boring people seem all that much more interesting. Plus is just good clean fun! 🙂 I admire him for not drinking (although I could never imagine myself not). He has made a conscious decision and is sticking to it.
So here I am, dating a guy who doesn’t drink. Who doesn’t care if I drink around him, yet I don’t feel right doing it. That’s one of the reasons I know that I like him. I’ve been sober on all of our dates! That’s sort of unusual for me. I really don’t see it being a problem aside from the fact that I tend to have a drink (or two) before I see him. What can I say? I like my cocktails! I do realize, however, that it’s probably not normal that the 1st thing that crossed my mind when we came back to my place last night to ‘see the dogs’ was to wonder if I had thrown out my empty bottle or left it sitting on the kichen counter. Oopsie. Oh, and the fact that our uh, 1st bike ride, will obviously have to be done sober. Not sure I’m good with that. I am a firm believer that initial bike rides should be performed at night after a long evening of drinking. As G-d intended. 😉