I'll try and make this brief.
Almost a year ago I gave up drinking due to various issues. It involved waking up in a pool of blood, enough said. Right before getting sober I was going through a break up with a HPD. I've been getting used to going out again and meeting new people without alcohol.
My ex wouldn't hear anything about me apologizing during my treatment. She was in such a hurry to replace me; it was sickening. Strange thing is she looks at my Myspace almost every day. I have a tracker to see who looks. (It's useful for gauging interest from the new women that I meet.)
I've spent a good part of the last year working on getting in shape and improving at my new job. The best thing is that I've done it all for myself.
Well a friend of mine called and asked me to meet up with him and 5 ladies that I've met before. The only problem is that it was at a local bar that my ex has been known to frequent. Now, I'm ok around some drinking. The group all drinks but they respect my not drinking. I still have fun and even sing karaoke, no booze required.
My ex wasn't there. However, 2 of her closest friends were. I was busy getting mauled by those 5 broads having the time of my life and they noticed me. I didn't pay them any mind. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed one of them was texting frantically. I know who it was to. Then the 2 of them split in a hurry.
That's the first part.
The second was my friend alerting me to a review of another bar that my ex and I used to pretty much live at.
He told me that her pic was in the review and I reluctantly looked. I had to browse through all of the pics and I reached the last one. It was a shot of the dance floor with people getting down. There was one person not dancing, instead making her way across the floor toward the bar. It was her. She was dressed in a gray sweater with dress slacks. There was a beer in her hand as usual. Here's the cherry: she looks totally wasted and about 20 lbs. heavier.
Not only did I beat alcohol, I beat her. Here's to getting into shape, excelling at work, playing around with new quiff, and sticking it to the ex. I couldn't give a flying fvck about that tramp anymore. I'm way out of her league today and I'm only getting better.
Thank you everyone.
Hey Victory Unlimited, the war goes on but this battle is won! rick92f out. :rockon:
Almost a year ago I gave up drinking due to various issues. It involved waking up in a pool of blood, enough said. Right before getting sober I was going through a break up with a HPD. I've been getting used to going out again and meeting new people without alcohol.
My ex wouldn't hear anything about me apologizing during my treatment. She was in such a hurry to replace me; it was sickening. Strange thing is she looks at my Myspace almost every day. I have a tracker to see who looks. (It's useful for gauging interest from the new women that I meet.)
I've spent a good part of the last year working on getting in shape and improving at my new job. The best thing is that I've done it all for myself.
Well a friend of mine called and asked me to meet up with him and 5 ladies that I've met before. The only problem is that it was at a local bar that my ex has been known to frequent. Now, I'm ok around some drinking. The group all drinks but they respect my not drinking. I still have fun and even sing karaoke, no booze required.
My ex wasn't there. However, 2 of her closest friends were. I was busy getting mauled by those 5 broads having the time of my life and they noticed me. I didn't pay them any mind. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed one of them was texting frantically. I know who it was to. Then the 2 of them split in a hurry.
That's the first part.
The second was my friend alerting me to a review of another bar that my ex and I used to pretty much live at.
He told me that her pic was in the review and I reluctantly looked. I had to browse through all of the pics and I reached the last one. It was a shot of the dance floor with people getting down. There was one person not dancing, instead making her way across the floor toward the bar. It was her. She was dressed in a gray sweater with dress slacks. There was a beer in her hand as usual. Here's the cherry: she looks totally wasted and about 20 lbs. heavier.
Not only did I beat alcohol, I beat her. Here's to getting into shape, excelling at work, playing around with new quiff, and sticking it to the ex. I couldn't give a flying fvck about that tramp anymore. I'm way out of her league today and I'm only getting better.
Thank you everyone.
Hey Victory Unlimited, the war goes on but this battle is won! rick92f out. :rockon: