I decided to stop drinking when I realized that boozy benders were doing me more harm than good—when it started contributing to the deterioration of both two-hour dates and two-year relationships.
Like lots of people, I ride a rickety daily roller coaster of moods and emotions, but man or no man, my overall frame of mind has improved considerably since the summer of 2006. This laid-back Malibu beachfront rehab charts a holistic path to recovery, which suits the twenty- and thirtysomethings who come here—you just might have to clock a few extra miles on the sand to burn off Chef Monte’s hearty home-cooking.
This Arizona rehab prescribes high doses of AA meetings and backpacking for young guys who not only need to get sober, but also learn the basics (think cooking and cleaning) of living in the real world.
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He ordered a mimosa as soon as we sat down, and mentioned that because he works from home, he goes to a bar every night “just to be around people.” (Apparently he’s never heard of restaurants or book stores or coffee shops or libraries or…) A few drinks in, he confessed that, a few years back, he was “a dog” who slept around and tried to collect as many women’s phone numbers as possible. )Guys like Steve make “normal” men—a la Craig —look like dreamboats. I like a guy with quirks—heaven knows I’ve got plenty of them. Though I admit: Thanks to sobriety, I’m much saner than I used to be, and that’s definitely a good thing.
However, who other than our Creator knows best how we can flourish and fully achieve our purpose?Not alcoholics, but average Joes: the kind of guys who had no trouble stopping after a couple of glasses of wine; the kind of guys who couldn’t remember the last time they puked up all 12 of the Stella Artois drunk the night before. He was a friend of a friend, whom I’d casually admired for months, and his warm, easygoing manner won me over right away.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.Nope; we’d exchange a series of flirty, getting-to-know-you emails, and then the dude would suddenly evaporate when I mentioned that I’d prefer meeting him for coffee instead of Cuervo.Then there are the guys I wouldn’t dream of dating —the party boys (uh, , alcoholics) who don’t drink remotely like Normal People, and see nothing wrong with pounding away six shots of tequilsa at the taqueria, one after another.By then I’d suffered more than my fair share of embarrassing nights out.