Wow I was in the store last night and saw a young lady looking to buy a bottle of gin, and I thought, "that looks good..." (the gin not the young lady, mind you). Even salivated a bit, like Pavlov's dog.
In the past I convinced myself I like gin but let's get real. It tastes awful, and brings all of the other baggage I don't need. So why was that my reaction?
I really don't want to drink. I don't drink. But to be honest, something about this time has put my mind on that path in more than a couple of instances.
Obviously it's going to take some time to get past that almost instinctive reaction.