I got to the bar a little later than I had wanted to and looked for Christian. He saw me and rescued me from standing at the door looking like an idiot. He was Big! Like over 6 foot big. and huskey. He led me out of the dim bar and out to the patio where he ordered a beer for me. We sat and chatted for a while. While chatting he told me he is a recovering overeater and alcholic. Which I was surprised at since he has a bar he is at almost daily. Doesn't sound like a good idea to me. But to each his own I suppose.
He said he had lost his wife in 9/11 and turned to drinking and eating. He turned his son over to his sister to care for and lost himself for a while. He is now sober but his sister still has his kid. His kid has asperbergers and recently stabbed someone with a spork. Yes, spork. It was a lot to absorb in that short amount of time with just meeting someone. I left in a sort of state of shock.
That night while drinking with my friends he texted me. I told him I was well on my way to getting drunk and that the boob pics should be flying soon. At which point he decided I needed to have a sexy pic of him. o.O I feel bad about this; I plead drunkin insanity. Not one of my most considerate moments. But when i received that pic my friend and I almost died. We were laughing so hard. It was hard not to. The "sexy" pic he sent looked almost dead ringer like Fat Bastard from Austin Powers. And now I am going to hell.
Needless to say I didn't text him again after that night. Call me a bitch. Tell me it was rude. But I just didn't know what to say to the poor guy. There was so much wrong with this trainwreck. And so I just left it alone. And that was that.
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