Mister Afrin

So this story is about a guy that I met on Plentyoffish.com. Do all these stories start out like this? Yes, most of them..

Here we go again! We talk for awhile..mostly email. Great conversation! He makes me laugh like no other. His pictures are so cute. Dark brown hair and the brightest blue eyes you have ever seen. So, of course, I decide to meet him. I get a sitter and get all gussied up. I drive to meet him at his place then we take his car to Carson's Live in Addison. Good times. Drinks. Dancing. Whatever. And let me tell you, this dude is a WINKER! I love me a winker. But, he has a weird addiction. He is, literally, addicted to Nasal Spray. He told me and I thought he was joking. But no, he carried one in his pocket at all times. Had one next to his sink. Had one in the car. Oh man I wish I was lying. He "snorted up" a good 20 times in the few hours we were together. Can you imagine the inside of his poor nose? Or his liver? Lol. He had been addicted for a few years and he can't kick it. That is ridiculous. But even more so...he's not a winker. He has a twitch. He nods and blinks at the same time..all the time. I'd say a small case of turrets syndrome, without the cursing. How do these men find me? Take your Afrin and your winks and nods and go. We don't go together like a wink and a nod. And snorting Afrin allllllll the time??? Really???

WHO DOES THAT?!