I went to a party tonight at a friend's house. It was actually kind of a bust because it was supposed to be a summer BBQ and it was cold and raining so not as many people showed up. But I digress ...
I go there in the hopes that I would meet some new people but so few showed. I chatted with others, mostly guys who showed but they were all married or attached. I see this one guy across the room, he looked familiar and he said we had met a few years ago and it had been a long time since I'd seen him last. He'd gained a lot of weight since then, and he looked it. I didn't remember much about him but once I refocused remembered him. He's now going out with this other woman L. I left the party to go home, change and put on a few more layers because it was cold and rainy. When I returned I walk in and find him with his head over a garbage can. He drank a lot and he threw up all over the couch. He said he was sorry, he drank about 4 or 5 homemade ciders and they hit him hard. His girlfriend L is cleaning up all the vomit on the couch running back and forth to the sink and cleaning the couch with paper towels and dish soap. And then he goes outside when she's going to take him home and he's swearing at her.
And I couldn't help but think "what a loser". And I also couldn't help but think that there are nothing but them out there, how I'm a grown up now and I don't tolerate that anymore like I did when I was in my twenties. But he's a boy not a man to still do this. This is why I am broken in a million pieces and don't date anymore.