100 Proof

You tend to work late?

Get unapologetically drunk with your girlfriends twice a month?

Hate “checking in” with anyone?

Like your Sunday afternoons all to yourself?

Yeah.

Me too.

Then I started dating someone who lives that script to the letter:

He works ‘til 1am on Friday nights.

Gets drunk with the guys twice a week.

Checks in at his leisure.

Or not.

Spends Sundays at the office.

Asks if we should have red or white tonight and, in the same breath, informs me that he’ll be out of the country—working—over the holidays.

I’m finally getting a taste of what I’ve dished out all these years.

And it ain’t going down smooth.

Thought I’d found a male version of my independent, non-clingy self.

Turns out, I have.

Careful what you wish for.

You might wind up with a 100-proof version of it.