I love to party. I flipping love it.
I don’t take drugs, but I do drink and dance and roam and talk and sing and laugh and do all of the things that happen in a city as amazing as Melbourne on a Saturday night. I don’t drink during the week or when I don’t have the money for drinking, but when I do consume alcohol I tend to go all out. On an average night, my friends and I will be out until 5am, hanging in a dive bar, clutching to the last hours of the night before the sun comes up.
On my first date with the sexter, he told me he doesn’t drink. And suddenly, I really knew the meaning of deal breaker.
When I daydream about the individual who I’d like to take my heart, he’s there with me, pushing the hair out of my tired face while we’re waiting for a cab to take us home. He’s doing a questionable shot with me as Black Sabbath plays loudly over the speaker. He’s there in the morning, crippled by a hangover, legs intwined in mine, playing ‘rock, paper scissors’ with me to decide who has to get up and get the water. He’s my partner in crime.
There’s part of me that does feel strange ad mitting that a love of board games and a willingness to be in bed by midnight is a deal breaker, but I don’t want my interests to become a burden to someone else. Not only that, but I adore the thrill of getting to know someone over a cocktail or two, with the buzz of the Long Island iced tea combining with the soft glow of bar lights to create the perfect storm of affection. In the world of Emily-Rose, alcohol plays an important role in the courting process: inhibitions are lowered, courage is raised, and you can figure out who’s a complete fuckwit when they drink. (Hint: if someone’s a fuckwit when they drink, they’re usually a fuckwit when they’re sober. You just haven’t seen it yet.)
Although on paper the sexter was (and is) lovely, I think I need someone who loves the things I love, and partying in my wonderful city is one of those things. There’ll undoubtedly be times when I want to lie in bed and snuggle and watch Parks and Rec, now isn’t one of those times.
Looks like it’s back to the drawing board for me. Cheers to that!