The drunk magician

In December of 2007 a co-worker of mine decided to set me up with a friend of hers. He was funny, a magician, had his own painting business and a dog named Houdini. I thought I’d give it a shot. I met this fellow and quickly realized he was a friend of mine from back in my early college years. How fun! I always liked this guy and had even kissed him once before at a party. It was comfortable, because I had known him for years and knew he wasn’t a psycho. He invited me over for dinner, made Cajun steak and had my favorite beer. So far so good! We enjoyed an evening together full of laughter and a little romance. He drank a bit much, but to be honest, I was feeling a little tipsy myself so I didn’t hold it against him. WRONG! We said our goodbyes and I hung out with him 2 more times. One common theme seemed to prevail. He was always drunk by the end of the night. By the 3 date, he was so drunk by the end of the night, I had to ask him to leave and offered to give him a ride home. He refused.. stumble to his car and fortunately made it home alright. I knew this because in his drunken stupor he called me to cuss me out and tell me what a bitch I was. Oh dear. I give him credit though, a month later he called and apologized, realizing he had been a jerk and maybe.. quite possibly he had a drinking problem. Lesson learned. If your date is drunk by the end of the night, you can bet your money he has some issues!