Honestly, thank god, because if I’d had a few drinks, I would’ve totally fallen on my ass. I very much enjoy a brunch-time mimosa (especially those bottomless babies) and a few gin and tonics on the weekends. I believe there’s nothing like relaxing with a smooth glass of red wine.
On those dates, the routine was to immediately order drinks and watch the night descend into a blur.
The family-friendly rink Adam and I went to didn’t serve alcohol.
Well, getting into a relationship is when you truly meet yourself.
I discovered my issues with low self-esteem, co-dependency, fear of rejection, and abandonment.
Does part of me think we’d have more fun if Adam could also socially drink without fear of doing so to excess?