4 i Bs oot i ; Poo.
: ae anes ee : ; -: i
E z ‘ae = SS 5 j ‘ - | + 8 | 7 ;
F ra ) al _ |
4 ec asic § - j > ‘
- ; | 1 7 |
. nq a 1 4 :
so “ss . \ a
{ 7 ; 4 : Rs al Bey. ' : toe
ran : ye ee | ees! | ate.
a og a Welt BRE spate:
; ; : hs oe Cao 2 arena ee pe tea
janes, + ae. , — she Fy a a3
i . oii sais nk ) "ae lee
e ee: aba hr ‘ ; [ Bide
g Se eee : ; | :
; ge Ph q a : an ae Te .
é ea aia ? 3 § —s
ea ae — P sas bd ao
a are . — » " a oi
Prec t : sai 7 bgt _ Pe i
ee reo ie 5 a eee A = : wn
Bec ae ; — '
4 gee - a ‘ :
3 Be i oe . oe eo 4 Bs ae . aisuaeie® iti.
. oe <3 4 ee 3 eae “aap - gen
3 -, bi oe i hi. asi ie 2 pe
- ok aa — 8 ©—C tia i;
: Be oe > ane ! +. es a ,
— oe, ‘3 i — a * oR , ,
See es é S i , ; ;
gate \ Zz ea i $
Bi. Bees ; * ' a - - 2 on “aa y ¢ gies sul ae 3 |. ha es eet
en ee F ae. iene ae ae ae
. * a Sas The Tien ee - A aS: Bae se ee eet
: Oe Moa cs a et ae dias Seog Sie mary
"7 te " Bs “ Senor | ORR oe ae 4 Pet tpn hae na
bi mo SS "(Eee 3 ee Tea eT NESTS Ro, ,
3 ae. ae SE . SYS eae ie , See eae, ;

. a 4 DE fo Fo. Shei Re eR Saber ase | A
ree an es i eee a Scene 7 a
" é a wr toed . er os nda oy * Lae sey Ses a5. Oates —

= %,”

The Death of Dionysus
by: Gabrielle Sandhu

During my dating experiences,
alcohol has been no stranger.

It has always presented itself as a looming entity: e1-
ther one I was fighting against, or fighting for. Having dated
both a severe alcoholic, and a man who actively chooses so-
briety, I have single-handedly been slapped with every ugly
truth encompassing the unity of alcohol and relationships.
My ex-boyfriend worshiped liquor, which ultimately made
me despise its presence. I have crumpled to late night text
messages from my friends, displaying my ex-boyfriend’s pro-
miscuous touch to another woman. I have felt chunky vomit
slipping between my toes, while hauling his body through
the door after a typical Friday evening. My vagina has even
been the victim of a pathetically limp whiskey dick, prop-

ac} erly defined as “the inability to maintain an erection after a
long night of heavy drinking” (mjb). Inevitably, alcohol won
his heart over, as sobriety was a limitation on his youth and
freedom. The next man that I fell in love with, who I am
currently still dating, is one who actively practices sobriety.

= Ironically, I now find myself tempted by the consumption
of booze among my peers. However, despite my curiosity,
many of my peers seem to have also approached the path of

“fF sobriety. My journey through the inclusion of alcohol with

romance has mirrored that of society — drinking has become
foreign in today’s matchmaking. Simply put, alcohol has be-
come unattractive in today’s dating scene, demonstrated in
undesirable stereotypes crafted by societies introverted dat-
ing approach, it’s promotion of reckless behavior, and it’s
false revelation of honesty.

When walking into a bar, there are specific men that
I try to avoid interacting with: the obnoxious, flannel bear-
ing, inquisitive hipster who indulges only in craft beer; the
wide-eyed, gel haired, cocaine addict sporting tribal tattoos
and slamming back straight shots of vodka; and the beer-
chugging, sports-jersey wearing, gluttonous sports fanatic.
Suitably, the faces of these men have been painted across
social media, birthing the first reason of alcohol’s undesired
presence in the dating game — women do not want to inter-
act with gross, drunken men. Through the exaggeration of
stereotypes or dramatized characters of whom you might
run into at the bar, online dating methods, or inadvertently
introverted mingling, have taken off in popularity. Presently,
“most of us meet on apps, and the prospect of getting to
know someone |is] based on a short bio and four or five
pics” (Wong). Because of this new wave of mingling, the ne-
cessity of meeting singles at the local bar has been brought
down to a bare minimum. Even my own friends will initially
meet someone over social media, thus avoiding the initial