It was my first year of sobriety. 2016. The period where people tell you not to get in a relationship. This wasn't even a relationship. I only wanted to get laid, and I had noticed a guy coming to meetings.
Anyhow this was a period where one's nerves can get raw and you can't always pay attention to what you should.
Brandon (not his real name), a guy who had managed to put a month of sobriety together, was someone new to the Jefferson, Georgia AA meeting. I always had a smoke outside before the meeting. A cup of coffee in one hand, and a lit cigarette in the other. We would be gabbing about current events.
Brandon caught my eye real quick. Tall guy from New York. All I could do is talk to my sponsor about him, and she was having a tough time handling me as a sponsee. She warned me about him.
"Suzanne you had better listen to me." she said. "That young man has tried to get several others to go out with him and he still hasn't gotten a sponsor"
Well I myself didn't listen to...