|
|
Post by ggold on May 6, 2016 22:15:15 GMT -5
I went out tonight with my friend and had a few sangrias. Now I am home with him. When I drink, I get very needy and weepy and it really hits me. (I don't go out or drink often.) I had a good time tonight and wish I had a significant other to have fun with. :-(.
|
|
|
|
Post by JMX on May 6, 2016 22:29:29 GMT -5
Yep. Good time girl here - turned sloppy, slobbering mess. I have mostly refrained from drinking lately, but slipped up at a party last weekend (not too much to drink, but the amount I had did not sit well with the lack of calories I had had) and I turned from fun to sad in no time flat. I never do that if he is not around. Mostly, I used to get cuddly and lovey. Over the last 10 years, it either gave me courage to jump my husband and risk rejection, or cry on my patio alone listening to sad songs.
|
|
|
|
Post by angryspartan on May 7, 2016 3:05:47 GMT -5
Noooooo a few drinks and I'm back to the year 1999.
You know, we should just set up an exchange where we trade our duds for each other. Problem solved.
|
|
|
|
Post by ggold on May 7, 2016 8:26:17 GMT -5
Noooooo a few drinks and I'm back to the year 1999. You know, we should just set up an exchange where we trade our duds for each other. Problem solved. Tell me where to mail him! Oh and tell her this is a package she'll never have to touch, I mean open! |
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on May 7, 2016 8:31:35 GMT -5
I never had a drink in my life. I dont drink, dont smoke, dont fuck.
I sail though.
|
|
|
|
Post by petrushka on May 7, 2016 8:38:53 GMT -5
I like alcohol, the flavour of it. I loathe being drunk - it's like trying to cut my steak with a broomstick. I like my mind sharp.
And I don't go near it if I'm blue. Don't see the point of adding an inhibition reducer at that point. Not to mention other pitfalls.
I drink nice stuff when I'm happy, and I stop when I feel it in my system.
|
|
|
|
Post by petrushka on May 7, 2016 18:02:50 GMT -5
Yep. Good time girl here - turned sloppy, slobbering mess. I have mostly refrained from drinking lately, but slipped up at a party last weekend (not too much to drink, but the amount I had did not sit well with the lack of calories I had had) and I turned from fun to sad in no time flat. I never do that if he is not around. Mostly, I used to get cuddly and lovey. Over the last 10 years, it either gave me courage to jump my husband and risk rejection, or cry on my patio alone listening to sad songs. oh shit ..... {hugs} that's a sad tale. |
|
|
|
Post by angryspartan on May 8, 2016 1:33:26 GMT -5
Noooooo a few drinks and I'm back to the year 1999. You know, we should just set up an exchange where we trade our duds for each other. Problem solved. Tell me where to mail him! Oh and tell her this is a package she'll never have to touch, I mean open! I'm sure that would be the gift that keeps on giving for her. |
|
