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						 Oh my goodness! I had a 10 HOUR date yesterday! It was awesome!
  The gentleman that I went out boating with was great! His boat was practically brand new and we went and gathered his crab and prawn pots and there were hundreds of shrimp and 12 dungeness crabs!!!!!! 
  In one of the shrimp pots there was a medium sized (say, 3 feet long) OCTOPUS!!!! Christopher suggested that I touch it bare handed and so I did. That little guy sucked on my hand and wrist with two of its hungry tenticles!! But they are smart creatures. I imagine that Octopus'es are smarter than humans... who knows... so when we let him loose back in the ocean-- he gave a proper farewell with a big burst of dark red ink. "Fare thee f&%$#ing well, stupid-heads!!!" he was probably saying. It was bad ass! Did you guys know that an Octopus has a beak??? You learn something new every damn day!
  There were a lot of starfish, too. Good times. What an adventure. 
  So, Christopher recently seperated from and divorced his wife of three years. Why? Take a good guess fellow TSM'ers......
  You got it! Alcoholism was the determining factor. Except she evidently was a rager. Scurrilous, in fact. A hot mess. Physically and verbally abusive. He said that the moment he knew it was over was on his third wedding anniversary. He had gone to trial that day and the case on which he was working was a complicated and emotional custody battle. He was wiped out to begin with, but wanted to celebrate the anniversary so headed out with his ex to a romantic dinner. Afterward, and this is where I'm sure we can all relate, she wanted to keep the party going and suggested a nightcap at a local bar. He told her how tired he was and that he could hear bed a'calling, but upon her insistance, he acquiesced. They stopped for a quick one, and then she started chatting up the bartender and ordered another round and a shot... it was then and there that he realized that he was with the wrong woman at the wrong place at what should have been an ideal time and night.
  Now, ask me if I told him about TSM. 
  Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
  No.
  After he dropped me off at my flat (I live right on the harbor above a tavern) so I could change clothes and take Ripley out for a bit, he cleaned and butchered the crab and prawns and we met at a grocery store an 1/8 of a mile away. 
  Now, I knew to tread carefully, because I am absolutely alcoholic as was his ex, and we were on our way to having a fresh and delicious dinner. But, shoot, I wanted a glass (or five) of wine. He purchased crab crackers and Old Bay seasoning and I bought three bottles of pinot grigio. I took only two bottles into his house for the dinner. Such an alcoholic move to stash some booze in the car for later... can you guys relate, or what?
  I did drive while intoxicated last night. Though, I conciously paced myself and drank in a lower gear. Gosh, that is so laughable! I mean, non-alcoholics simply do not think about things like that. Like, pacing oneself, or doing shots on the sly when nobody's looking (Andy), or slamming a couple of wines before meeting Christopher in my own car at the grocery store that night. Non-alcoholics just drink... but they, unlike me, stop after a few. Imagine that! 
  I'm still stealthy. Still hiding my drinking. Classic.
  Haven't heard from Christopher today. Well, he's probably following that dumb two-day rule. Can't call a girl until 48 hours pass. It would be like he's desperate after all.
  Perhaps I am the desperate one,
  Ketchikan1 
					
  
						
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