10 years ago, I met a very handsome man who owned a denture lab and rode bikes[my weakness]. We had made plans to go to a flea mkt on the weekend but on friday nite he called and invited me out to a local pub for a drink. I met him there. Well, he had 5 drinks to my one glass of wine and ended up spilling the last one on himself. I left, and the next morning he called to meet up to go to the flea mkt and although I wanted to ignore the phone, I felt like a coward so I answered and told him that I thought he was attractive but that because of my past, I could not get involved with a drinker and did not want to waste his time or mine. I saw him out a few times with another woman, and was glad for him, just could not stand the drinking