He was a chubby little man, maybe in his 50s with sparse hair , receding from the hairline A generous man, always willing to take me to expensive restaurants and show me good times. We lived in nyc , so plays, concerts, were at our fingertips. Every nite, we would stop at a café and have a drink. I would have one drink, but, he would have many. I realize he had a problem with alcohol. I approached him with this matter, he denied it. I accepted that reply, awaiting to see if it continued .Sure enough, on our LAST date, it was a little different. He got drunk. Ridiculously , ossified. To the point of tremendous embarrassment.

He was slobbering his words. He almost fell off the bar stool. I was trying to hide my face.I was embarrassed .I will NOT enable his problem anymore. He is a danger to himself, and a danger to me.We spoke the next day, and he admitted to his problem.He is in AA, but, he fell fell off the wagon.