So my good friend Joe introduced me to his friend, lets call him Frank. Frank and I hit it off, he was a commercial director with a cool style. When I told my sister Wendy about Frank, this was her response.
Wendy: What does this guy do?
Me: Uh, I guess he’s a director.
Wendy: Finally! Gee, you had to turn 30 before you stopped dating hotel valets with handlebar mustaches!
Me: You win.
Frank was pretty cool, he wore hip glasses and he could envision any idea you threw at him. I gathered all of this on our first meeting/date. Then one misunderstanding changed everything.
Joe was having a BBQ at his house and I invited Frank. My other friend Claudia was also going to the BBQ, but Claudia is a vegetarian. (Who invited the vegetarian to the BBQ?!)
Before the BBQ, Joe called and asked if I minded bringing Portabello mushrooms for Claudia and a case of Coca-Cola. No problem. Then Frank calls.
Frank: Hey, do you need me to bring anything to the BBQ?
Me: Oh, don’t worry about it. I’m going to stop and get some mushrooms and coke.
Frank: (Silence) I’m in recovery.
Me: Oh! How funny! I meant Portobello mushrooms and soda, not drugs.
We had a laugh then he preceded to tell me about his Oxycontin addiction and how he lost everything and lives with his parents. Hmm. tough break. I get it, he was sweet. So I ended up dating my not quite fabulous boyfriend for a month just to prove I wasn’t freaked out that he was almost 40 and lived in his parents basement. I hope he is still on the wagon!