Alcohol may be under-appreciated and under-feared for it's ability to bring forth what's simmering right under the surface. There is no shortage of drinks here, and I've learned the hard way not to just watch for my number limit, but also to be suspicious of bartenders who think I'll appreciate their overly generous pouring. For better or worse, the following things were revealed this week:
1. I actually do not like "nice guys." I have consistently lied about this to myself. I like aggressive guys who want to win, who dress well, and who go for broke.
2. My downstairs neighbor was just in prison just before moving here and claims to be the most dangerous man on the Sea Wall. I find this oddly comforting, like a built-in security system. Unfortunately, his over-drinking this weekend led to a car crash, punching a hole in a wall, and trying to choke someone out. But he helped me carry my groceries up yesterday.
3. My only girlfriend here doesn't think women should serve in the military. This led to a tearful apology, spilling of guts, and other enlightenments.
I am told people tell me things because I have the right kind of face. By this point I think it may be because I'm just really hard to surprise.
1 comment:
Okay, when you write your memoir, maybe each chapter could open with a Truth Serum discovery. You have a way of looking at life that always refreshes and amazes me.
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