They’ve taught me about judgment, about kindness, about generosity, about spirituality.
It's kind of humiliating to recall the ludicrous number of possible love connections I’ve squashed by getting sloshed on a first or second date.
The things that have come out of my mouth—both figuratively and literally, on nights out with strangers, often made me want to crawl into my bed and stay there until Justin Bieber came of age.
He was a considerate guy who held doors open, carried my bike up the stairs and offered to feed my cats when I went away. Things progressed nicely until, while we were cuddled on my couch one night, Craig said, “It makes me sad that we can never have a glass of wine together.” Which, to my hypersensitive brain, sounded like the fact that I didn’t drink was a deal-breaker.
He claimed he was just being honest, and we tried to talk me out of my funk.
Although I never plan on dating an alcoholic or addict, my attraction to them is uncanny—I joke that I can find a room filled with 100 people and instantly be drawn to the ones with a drinking problem.