Oh, Theresa. I remember her... I'm surprised you do, since you had a blood-alcohol of Jack Daniels the entire time you were with her.
She came into our apartment one night (why did she have a key!?), drunk as always, and crawled into my bed by mistake. I woke up to her hand trying to get into my pjs. Just a "oh, sorry" and she moved to your bed. I went to the couch that night, 'cause I didn't want to be in the same room. I didn't say anything, but since we're talking about her...
On more than one occasion, you called out *my* name while you two sexiled me to the couch. You were both too drink to notice.
I came home from work one day to find her half naked and passed out on the floor. I had to get her up and help her clean herself up.
But she would get you sick drunk, and then just leave, and that's really why I don't like her. I always had to take care you.
Anyway, we weren't a "thing" at the time, and it's in the past. I'm glad she's sober now, but she was not a good influence.
Theresa, yesterday morning. It was odd, too, because I hadn't thought about her in years. She was the first woman I dated after coming out (Me and Anne were still in a kinda weird place where we didn't know what we were.) But then I saw some pic on this site that reminded me of her (it wasn't, but it was close), and that brought back some memories.
We're still friendly, but I haven't seen her in a long time.