You and your girlfriend have been the best of friends, practically out of the womb. Both your moms went to the same birthing class and ultimately delivered within a week of each other. Plus, they were close friends in high school and lived in the same small town. So it stands to reason, their children were destined to grow up together.
You have similar likes and dislikes, whether it’s food, clothes, movies, and even taste in boys. You are both physically attractive but in slightly different ways. You have very pretty faces, but she’s a bit more endowed, and you have always been known for your long legs. Still, neither of you flaunt your good looks. You are probably considered conservative, sort of “the girl nextdoor.”
So here you are, still together at 24, graduates from the same college and working at the same multimedia company in the town you were raised. You even have adjacent cubicles. Oh, and did I mention you share an apartment and commute to work in the same car.
You’d think you would be sick of each other by now, but not so. You even spend your free time together, mainly going dancing and frequenting the local pub, hoping to meet nice guys and fall in love.
But being that it’s still the same small town since the beginning of time, you know everyone and have basically gone through the same list of guys. And unfortunately, none of them were Prince Charming potential. You and your friend are always commenting how husband material resides in the big city.
it’s all about to change
Your company is expanding in a huge way. They bought the farmland nearby and are erecting a giant office complex. The buildings are going up at a furious pace and job recruiting is securing plenty of young workers from the city.
Six months into the site development, and half the offices are already up and running. The small town is buzzing. The residents and business owners are thrilled with the influx of people. Construction companies are building houses and apartments, property values are going up, and retailers are making money.
And the biggest improvement has come in the food and entertainment sector, specifically restaurants, nightclubs, and bars. Your regular stomping grounds are no longer stale with local talent, so to speak. Young attractive men are filling the bars and clubs. The opportunity to meet Mr. Right has increased exponentially.
Unfortunately, there’s something hindering your plans of late, actually someone. Your best girlfriend, your partner in crime, your wingman, is inadvertently sabotaging your chances to meet your dream guys.
what’s up with girlfriend
On a typical Friday night, you head to the pub for a quick bite to eat and a couple drinks. You and your friend dress fashionably sexy, but not inappropriately. At the bar, guys often come directly from work dressed nicely in shirt and tie.
You and your girlfriend welcome conversations with this type of guys. They are smart and driven, and they have something immediately in common with you. Everyone is basically in the same field, working for the same company.
Ideally, if things are going right and you’re finding interest, you try to convince them to go dancing. Sometimes getting the book smart guys to hit the nightclub is more easily said than done. No guy wants to impress a girl with his manners and intelligence, and then later feel awkward on the dance floor.
Still, they usually get onboard and the night continues smoothly. Well, that’s until your best friend starts heading to the bar at a rapid rate. It’s been an alarming pattern for weeks. While you are focusing on one of the guys, your wingman is morphing into an over-the-top, drunken display of sexual confidence. You always see it coming, but you can’t stop her.
the witching hour metamorphosis
When the clock strikes 12, your girlfriend returns from the bathroom with tons of eyeliner and cleavage for days. She might as well have put a signal in the sky. She enters the dance floor, followed by a trail of testosterone, tongues wagging and all.
And like clockwork, the good guys get pushed to the back, and the bad boys take center stage. The dance talent usually improves, but the future definitely goes down the drain. And just because a nice guy also seems interested in you, keep in mind, the expansion has brought plenty of females to town as well. And, they’re not the kind to get wasted and lose a couple buttons.
So here you are, half heartedly dancing by your girlfriend and missing golden opportunities. You fend off the aggressive guys and eventually get her home safely.
The next day, when your friend finally crawls out of bed with smeared makeup and a hangover, you are right there by her side, nursing her back to health.
She is your absolute best friend in the world. You love her and would hate to hurt her feelings, let alone get in a full blown argument. But you know her better than anyone, and you know why Callemonit is necessary.
You’ve been noticing more and more beer in the refrigerator, how she neglects roommate responsibilities, and how she’s falling behind in work.
To be blunt, she has developed a drinking problem, and it’s changing her personality and behavior.
How should she Callemonit when alcoholism is often denied? Do you find that talking about excessive drinking is difficult? Does the fear of Callemonit outweigh living with the uncomfortable behavior?