I was dating a guy whom seemed to have it all together. He owned his home, and two nice sail boats. He had his own business, was good looking and intelligent to boot. After dating for about 6 weeks (we lived 45 minutes away) he invited me to stay at his new house he just bought. I was thrilled. Next morning we wake up about 6:30 in the morning and I figure I will make breakfast as a special treat. I ask if he wants an omelet and he says not to go to the trouble. I told him I would enjoy cooking breakfast. He only refused 2 times before walking to the cooler and popping a beer open. He said "You might as well meet my wife, her name is Coors. I am an alcoholic and this is what I have for breakfast. But thanks..."
I was very disappointed. I did appreciate his honesty but I was really falling for the guy and I could not live with always being number 2 in his life. So we parted ways. Lucky for me I found a guy who is more into women than beer!