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His uber-casual comment made me feel like there was something wrong with me for being unable to drink like a Normal Person. ) My therapist urged me to break it off, worried that Craig’s cluelessness might drive me back to the bottle. More than a few promising Internet dates magically disappeared after they learned that I was sober.Most of the men I dated in early sobriety were drinkers. Tall and dark with long eyelashes (my weakness), he was sexy in a skater-boy way (I never got over my sixth-grade propensity for Vans and bowl-cuts).Not alcoholics, but average Joes: the kind of guys who had no trouble stopping after a couple of glasses of wine; the kind of guys who couldn’t remember the last time they puked up all 12 of the Stella Artois drunk the night before. He was a friend of a friend, whom I’d casually admired for months, and his warm, easygoing manner won me over right away.He was a considerate guy who held doors open, carried my bike up the stairs and offered to feed my cats when I went away. Things progressed nicely until, while we were cuddled on my couch one night, Craig said, “It makes me sad that we can never have a glass of wine together.” Which, to my hypersensitive brain, sounded like the fact that I didn’t drink was a deal-breaker.He claimed he was just being honest, and we tried to talk me out of my funk.