Done.

After being in love (or at least lust) with him for 9 months or so, it is over. I hold no more hope for us ever being a couple.

He invited me to his party celebrating his graduation from the Humphrey Institute. I knew there would be a lot of drinking, but I was ok with that (despite being "off" alcohol for a while). So I drank water. He did not. He didn't even mix his whiskey. Just straight from the bottle. Yuck.

All interest in him ended when he fell drunkenly against the patio door with his *hairy* butt pressed to the glass. Pants had slipped too far down. Apparently doesn't wear underwear.

I have decided I don't care to replicate my childhood.