I used to see a lady with regularity. We got along; she listened. We'd grab a bite to eat occasionally. She would text me or IM, so that we became "friends". One time she was visiting me and she got incredibly drunk. So drunk that I feared for her safety and that of others when she drove home. So I told her she could stay with me that night. Her response blew me away. She said her rate for staying all night was X. Here I was trying to save her from a DUI--or worse--and she wanted me to pay her. It's not like there was going to be any action happening. I am not into drunks. Not into hungover women the next morning either. Nothing else was going to happen.Ancient Roman proverb: In vino veritas ("In wine there is truth").
Granted, she's young and her judgement could have been impaired from the drinking. But it told me in explicit detail what she she really thought of me. Originally Posted by barneyrubble
Although, in this case, it may have been: In vodka veritas.
I have "friends" too, BR. Thanks for sharing this sobering (pun entirely intended) experience. I'll keep it in mind whenever I'm tempted to delude myself.
