The Compulsive Hoarding Gambler

Same friend… poor thing!

I knew this guy for 20 years and we had been friends on and off since we were teenagers. So after recently being divorced and knowing it would be comfortable going out with him as well as him being easy on the eyes, we went for it.

We met at a restaurant and reconnected right away, chemistry, laughing and smiles. Our birthday’s are near each others so we were celebrating our upcoming birthdays that night too. About 2 hours into our date he tells me “My father told me that for my birthdayI should get my shit together.” When I asked him what he meant by that assuming that maybe he meant marriage and children since he was turning 42 but unfortunately that is not what he was referring to. He proudly exclaims “ I love Bingo” and pulls out his Casino bus pass. He told me that he loves bingo/gambling so much that he hasn’t paid his mortgage in over 2 years and they will be foreclosing on the house. Yes, it happens again, the guy who looks like a winner, is actually a complete loser.

When we went to the parking lot to say good-bye even though he wanted to go to the casino with me, he said “It’s a good thing you’re too tired because you would have had to drive”. I looked at his car and quickly realized why. I have no idea how he actually fit in the car because it was loaded with crap. Yes, he’s not just a gambler, he’s a hoarder too.

Apparently I’m not the only one who thinks he’s a hoarder. The police agree since they pulled him over for his “messy car”. Too bad the gambling kept him from filing his tax returns and registering his car. *sigh* I had such high hopes, this is why I should not be allowed to chose my own date..