I am not a teetotaler, but I cannot stand beer. I never managed to swallow either of the two sips I tried. I spit both of them out in the sink -- and couldn't get there fast enough, TYVM.

I don't like the smell of it. I don't like the smell of beer breath. I never dated a beer-drinker. That was a deal-killer.

So was being a smoker -- unless they agreed to stop and did so. Three of my serious lovers did that -- and never took up the habit again.

So ... now you see how I wound up with The Weasel. He rarely drinks. He no longer smokes. And he hates sports as much as I do.

Perhaps there are some things I should rethink, but none of those make the list. I'll take The Weasel ... "issues and all." It's worked out for going on 20 years.

@catweasel -- just so he knows I've been talking about him again.