GiveLoveAchance

They say when you drink that your inhibitions come out: I guess my unleashed side is just the same as my every day side. Yes, I’m that guy. The one that you can pass the drinks to and I’ll match you drink for drink - but I’ll be the same old me. I don’t make passes at guys, I don’t start fights, I’m not staggering around crying my eyes out. I’m a functional drunk. Minus the minor balance/motor coordination.

At the clubs I usually take the job of caring for my friends and sometimes my friends’ friends. I call myself the medic because my Boy Scout/Nursing/Therapist side comes out. I’m in charge of finding lost drunks. I assist them to the restroom. Sometimes I even use a little bit of therapy. The main reason I do this is because I care. I care about the well being of my friends (including my friends’ friends). I don’t want anyone to get hurt during my watch or end up doing something they will regret.

Recently I took care of my friend’s friend while he was completely drunk. Sure the guy was cute but my intentions weren’t aimed at getting into his pants. I genuinely cared about this drunken mess whom I met only a few hours ago. I used every skill in my belt with this one. I had to assist him walking with Boy Scout skills. I had to assess for potential dehydration using Boy Scout/Nursing. I used a shit ton of CBT and BT techniques to motivate him. And at the end of the night, the only thing he wanted was to get into my pants.

So if I think back on that night, if I was the type that didn’t give a fuck and didn’t care for this guy. He probably would’ve been with some random guy, hooked up, and… I don’t know, gotten his fill.

So lesson I’ve gather from that night:
Care for only my friends. Care for myself. And if a cute friend of a friend is drunk and shows interest in you - tell him, “Call me when your sober and we’ll see”.