Matt called tonight and we talked for about an hour. Time flew. I so adore this stage of a relationship, when you’re learning about each other and everything’s interesting and you haven’t heard the same story 15,000 god damn times. ANYWAYS. We both like tequila and he was a bit horrified, I do believe, the other night when he saw my big jug o’ Cuervo in my kitchen. Ok, cut me some slack. Aside from the time that was captured on video, when Laci and I did a shot, I save the Cuervo for my margaritas. Jeez. He likes Cabo Wabo, a brand I’ve never bought because it’s out of my price range (about $50/bottle, I think). He’s bringing a bottle over Friday night.

Holy hell.

How am I supposed to drink tequila AND maintain my modesty? Please. It is physically impossible. Everyone knows that.

Yet …the relationships I’ve had where I’ve jumped into sex — always my own decision, but sometimes, let’s be honest, I’ve had sex just for the sake of having sex — haven’t worked out. So. My only saving grace is that Matt is about a foot taller than me and hopefully holds his liquor as well as, if not better, than I do … so maybe one of us will be thinking somewhat clearly. Or not.

Oh yeah, and he totally laughed when I said that I can drink A LOT. Which I can. I not only have years of practice, I have genetics on my side. Pffft. I had six or seven drinks Saturday night and was just fine the next day, tyvm. Double pfft.

∗ Posted by Monique on 10.30.2007
∗ Drinking, Love life, My life